Who am I?

I am just a girl. Misunderstood.

Who am I? 
I am a girl. 
Just like any other. 
I love many things. 
Reading my favorite book or finding new books to obsess over. 
Singing songs I’ve learned to love and making new ones too. 
I write about life, love, pain or just about anything that comes to mind. 
I adore poetry. 
Especially the cheesy ones. Seriously. 
I try to write once in a while. 
I just needed an inspiration. 
Still my writings a little rusty. 
Music is a part of who I am. 
Without music I’d probably be dead. 
I listen to almost all types of music except for Beiber!!!! Gwad I have nothing against him but I don’t like him or his songs. (Very sorry Beiber fans.) 
I don’t listen to songs that don’t make sense. 
I want to feel the melody and savor the lyrics at the same time. 
I collect quotes. 
I used to have a journal full of quotes but it got lost when we moved. 
I am a sucker for happy endings though I couldn’t see one for myself. 
I cry while watching a sad movie. 
I am simple yet complex. 
Does that make sense? 
I like things simple but I don’t want it boring. 
Mediocre. 
I am suffering from mediocrity. 
I am like the Jack of all trades. 
I master at nothing. 
I could do almost anything yet I don’t excel in any of them. 
Except maybe cooking. That is definitely not my thing. 
That is one sad thing about being me. 
I suck at relationships. 
Maybe I was destined to be alone for all of eternity. 
Almost all of them failed. 
Miserably. 
Well that’s sort of an exaggeration but still the point is it failed. 
Maybe it was my fault then again maybe not. 
Love is a taboo for me. 
At least for now. 
Most people don’t like me. 
Maybe they find me detestable or just utterly annoying or unlikable, I don’t know. 
They say I do bad things that I couldn’t even imagine myself doing. 
Who are they to judge me? 
There are a handful of people who know who I am. 
The real me. 
They knew the real me who is behind the façade. 
I always put my confident side forward. 
I never allow other people to see my weakness 
My vulnerability. 
I couldn’t let them take away the little pride I have left. 
I would never let anyone beat me down. 
I am who I am. 
I am unique. I am complex. 
You may or may not understand who I am. 
I don’t care. 
The truth about me lies within me. 
The only ones who could see beyond the surface are the ones who cared enough to look. 
Who am I? 
I am a girl. 
Just like any other. 
I maybe complex and hard to understand but I am who I am. 
I’d rather love myself for who I am 
Than be loved for being someone who I am not. 

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[Chris]

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Chris

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