I am what you think I am. I can be utterly funny, or compassionate. I could be that perfect girl, that has all of those people hanging one her every move... or I could just be the ‘loser’ of the school. Like I said, I could be whoever you think I am.

Then again... I’m obviously not. Just like a shirt once said: “If you knew what I was thinking, you’d be running”. Oddly enough, that’s exactly how you could describe me. Everything I think... stays inside, to never be let out into the world. The horrid world of sadness, grief and loneliness. Why must we even cease to exist?

This isn’t going to be one of those kinds of stories where I constantly say that people just don’t understand me. No, this isn’t going to be anything of that sort. On the other hand, now that I mention it, people don’t understand me. But don’t worry, I won’t go down that road.

This is on the other hand, going to be a little biography. Just a little biography of my life.