Anyway

I'm not too sure what type of person I am

I don't know if I am nice.

But since I actually get friends in my school

So I guess I'm kinda okay.

I like writing poems, but they sound too fake.

I love singing but I can't sing

When there are people around me, looking

I love drawing but I can't draw better

Then some of my friends who's too good at it.

And I have problems admitting things

That I should've said even if it's too late, right now.

Sometimes my mind goes blank

When what I predicted wasn't coming true...

When what I've done never change the truth

When I see what I supposed I won't see that day

Or when I get heartbreaks when I'm not in love.

I just hope that nobody who wants to hurt me reads this.

And I know that I look strong.

But I think everyone has a day when they say

"I'm not feeling happy today."

Name: Von

Age: old enough to know what is edible and what is not.

Loves: her best-friend, the songs that makes sense for once, the people that cares for her, her computer, talking to one-self, non-homophobic people, her bottles: Matt and Ross, her poems that nobody likes, her live that doesn't change the world, etc.

Hates: biting her one fingers, acting the way she doesn't want to, killing cockroaches, eating eraser, rusty metal, unemotional people, etc.

Scared of: shopping malls, strangers, her father, hearing weird sounds in the middle of the night, kidnappers, ghosts that actually exists, emo people that keeps latching onto her, etc.