Not everything is quite as it seems. Take me for example, I may seem like a sweet girl, but I could be the worst person you'd ever meet. Don't get me wrong , I'm not that bad, but it's the truth. The truth always seems to make things worse then what it already is sometimes. But hey, what can you do?
You can always deny everything and liveo life as you do in your imagination, but reality always seems to ruin that wonderful idea. It's not like you'll be living in a lie, you'll just be living the way you think fit. The truth is, no matter how much you try to escape it, reality will always find a way back to you. Personally, I loath reality. I rather live within my own thoughts and dreams.
I guess you can call me a dreamer.Some of the people around me see it as being childish, and a waste of time, but I see it as a wonderful pastime. To me there's nothing better than escaping from my dull life and imagining some much more better. People also think I'm strange or really weird. Not just because of the way I act , or because of the scenarios I create in my mind, but because I see things differently.
I like to alter reality and see things the way I want to see them. Everything that's seen as impossible to everyone one else is a piece of cake in my eyes. For example, everything supernatural to people is stupid and ridiculous to believe in. I believe in the supernatural so hard. Hmm, that might be another reason people think I'm strange.
Maybe I am strange, but I just see it as believing in something bigger than us. I guess you can say others are afraid of things they can't understand so they assume its wrong or merely impossible, and something like that could never exist. As I said before, I see things differently. I didn't plan to be this way, it just happened over time. I didn't ask to see things this way or have this vivid imagination it just happens.
Hmm, maybe when you're alone and feeling trapped as a young child , your mind starts to wonder to fill the void of company from others. It's possible, but unrealistic at the same time. I see my house as a top security prison. I see it as a shelter away from any forms of civilization with no way to escape. I see my room as an ordinary cell along with my sisters room.
I see the living room as some type of mess hall, my parents room is the wardens office , and the backyard is the prison yard. I even see my family differently. I see my sister as another prisoner, my step dad as a guard , and last but not least I see my mom as the warden. The only person trapping me here and keeping me from living my life. The one person playing with my freedom, taunting me to want it more only for her to take more and more away from me.
Well I don't wanna be too boring so yeah .. ._.
