Do you know how it feels when there's someone who you see yourself in them? especially if the rest of the world cant understand who you are exactly, if other human beings view you differently than your reflection in the mirror you see, especially if they are so shallow to not be accepting life is not all about black or white and yes or no and A or B.
there's this girl, she's a year younger, looking at her i really cant help thinking despite some vivid differences we may have, we share something in common. she's not the type who works her arse off to achieve something yet she ends up getting more than she has ever dreamed of.
in spite of whatever people think of me, i know i am not THAT, what you call, weird? bizarre? one of a kind? nutcase? or even nerd, geek, loser? the words seem to have the same definition, yet even dictionaries cant explain the tiniest bit of the difference between the synonyms.
just as most people cant tell how i am not a fictional girl who usually only has the same type of character.
if you see the world from a wider window, you'll see i am not a box. there are more than four dull, similar sides of me.
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