It's the truth. How am I different? I'm impatient, rash, I crack jokes at all the wrong times, and I care too damn much. I'm no saint, no perfect person--there's people pretty close to that in the world, and I'm not one of them. I'll never claim to be. But guess what? They exist too. People that wouldn't hurt a fly, that live being better than me.
I'm not about to deny horrible people exist either. I've kicked the crap out of everything from street thugs on the wrong life path, to torture-crazy psychos. And it would make me pretty stupid if I were to -- to stand here and tell you that "I'm so sorry, every single human is the same, I won't make any more excuses for us!"