Everyone says I'm the weird, random, awkward, genius girl who's read everything.
I'm definitely not a genius, my lowest grade this year was a D.
I listen to crap like Paramore and Asking Alexandria and SpongeBob.
I love reading, but only because it takes me away from whatever's happened to our world, from the people who stereotype me.
I'm mean, I get a little overly angry sometimes, and sometimes I wonder why I was even given the gift of life. I wonder what my purpose is of being here.
But what is my purpose? To be the white crayon - the person nobody needs - the person everyone whispers about, the person who gets teased by her own grandmother, the person who isn't liked by a lot, the person who thinsk farther than most people, the person who's cried herself to sleep hundreds of times, th person who... I'm going to stop, you're probably getting bored.
I bet you didn't read this post because it wasn't pretty or colorful.