"People always think that they know other people, but they don't. Not really. I mean, maybe they know things about them, like they won't eat doughnuts or they like action movies or whatever. But they don't know what their friends do in their rooms alone at night or what happened to them when they were kids or if they feel fucked up for no reason at all.” ~Libba Bray, Going Bovine
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I’m not your typical teenage girl. I don’t obsess over facebook statuses and I don’t post selfies of myself for the whole god damn world to see. I’m not really fond of makeup and I absolutely loathe when people get all fussy over their hair and outfits. I don’t get the concept of “love” and I never want to, because that would just poison my teenage years. I never quite understood the point of all these little things. I just don’t know why I’m the way I am. My mom would always tell me that there’s something wrong with my convoluted mind, and the way I depict the world is not “normal” for a girl of my age. I don’t let her words, let alone anyone else’s change who I am, because nobody understands me and I’d like to keep it that way.
So why is it when I met him, all these things started to become clear? How could someone possibly change the way I feel and think? Why does he even bother to care about me? I told myself repetitively that I wouldn’t let this happen, but somehow he managed to slither his way right into my…guts. Yup, he made them agonize in pain because I didn’t want to fall in love. There’s just no way that I’m going to let him get to me and this perfectly mended heart. But the way he speaks upon his soft, moisterized lips and the way his eyes glisten like a million stars in the nightsky, somehow casts me under his spell. It's as though he uses magic to captivate my every ounce of common sense.
No, I can't let this happen. I’m just going to remain calm, think with a lucid mind, and stay…
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RomanceI'm not the type of person to fall for someone so easily. In fact, I never thought of myself having any compassion towards another human being. I have this mindset that nobody understands me, so I just keep myself and my thoughts hidden from this...
