You don't have to read this. I just like to write.

I write.

I've been writing for a long section of time out of my short life. I've always enjoyed painting pictures with my words. Showing people previews of what's actually going on inside my mind. I want people to notice. I've watched life move around me for most of my years alive, and I notice that people don't stop to look, to think. That's why I write. Because not enough people slow down. Not enough people sink down under the covers with a well-worn book and just immerse themselves in words. I'm not saying you have to be like that, but I am like that. My mind is overflowing with words, deflibberator, ostricize... Words I need to use, experiences I need to write down. So I write.

I read.

I've always read. Always. My older sister was always seen with her nose in Harry Potter, and I wanted to be just like her. I read whatever I could get my meaty little hands on, including labels, signs, and anything. Give me anything with words. These days I don't really... read. I see. The words I take in go straight from the page into an image in my head. Reading is my inspiration.

I listen.

I listen a whole lot. Seriously. I have friends, and honestly I can be pretty loud, but usually, like my sister, my nose is buried in some kind of book, whether it's filled with numbers or a deep story. I'm a great student, because I hear things teachers say when other students giggle to each other, thinking their moments will last forever, thinking that nothing else matters. Not a lot of people talk to me because I'm so quiet and I don't really have a lot to say to some people. But I know things about them. I hear them whispering to their friends, I hear them crying in the bathroom, I hear them say things about anything. All those little tid bits are documented in my vast memory. It's a little weird if one of those people becomes me friend. How can I tell them that what they're whispering to me I already knew?

I don't talk much.

It's true. I see no reason to. If I'm not spoken to, why should I talk? If I do, I'll miss the precious moments that fly by, the looks shared by friends, the secrets thrown across room and into hallways. So, I don't. I guess you could say I'm a walking book of records.

My name is Karen.

Hey :)

PS:
When I reread this the first word I think: depressing. Yeah, that my style. Anyways, hi. Enjoy, hopefully. :-)