Chapter 4: Happy stuff.

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Despite the stuff I just told you I don't want this whole story to be sad. So after a few sad chapters I'm planning on writing some fun stuff, things that make me happy, or bloopers I'm ashamed of.

When I was young (still a bit, but not so much) I was extrovert. I didn't know I had autism yet, but it probably was because of that. I already said I loved attention and I am a open book. I talk about everything that happens to me, it can be overwhelming, but I don't mean to be. I just always have a lot to tell. I am in theater since I was 5 and I never stop fantasizing. I have got the lead a couple of times and when I do drama I can be someone else for a second. My problems, my pains everything disappears because I am not me anymore. I am one with the person I play. It helps me to clear up everything. I can lose myself in it and I want to keep doing it all my life.

I love to learn the lines and the beautiful outfits. It's really amazing. Some kids wanted with me on a photo and it feels so good and funny that they really want that. It's so amazing to hear compliment from everywhere, even strangers. And my teacher who mentions me at the and of a play. The younger kids that look up to you. People asking you for an autograph it's so cool, mostly they say it joking, but they really want it. They always say: 'As a proof that I have known you before you are famous.' It makes my blush and shy, and I get a feeling like in a roller-coaster. The love you get, I hope that I can really reach my goal. To be an actress. It makes me feel so alive. It's so nice to make people laugh about you. To see the smile creep up on their face when I show them what it means to be happy.

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm insane, maybe I have no social media, maybe I look weird, maybe I am a monster, maybe I am little, maybe I'm not who you want me to be. But what does it matter? I don't give a fuck anymore, because I am just me. And that's enough. And if you don't think so then you'll have to live with that. Because I'm not changing for just you.

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