Why on Earth am I Special?

First and foremost, I just want to say how I despise writing things about myself because my tone always becomes conceited, but at the moment I am intrigued and somehow excited to write with this given topic.

Why on earth am I special?

Somehow, the fact that I have lots of friends and rarely have enemies, gives away pretty much why I am special.
I am special because I am different. Not the usual different, but the different kind of different. I am awkward, clumsy, yet I have lots of friends because I make them feel like they're my brothers and sisters. 

I am special because I am not like anyone at all. 

I am special because of what I do, how I think, what I breathe. 
I am special because I like to do lots of things while I am stressing out because of other things. 
I am special because of what I love. I am special because I am loved.

I am special because of you, person.

I am special because I am weird.
I am special because I write, I draw, I play basketball, I love music, I love to read, I love to learn, I hate school, I love my friends, I love and hate talking.

I am special because I am what I have become, and what I naturally am.