In all my days of living, though I cannot assure you there are many, I haven't ever met an uninteresting person. I've met unimportant people, I'm not going to fool you into thinking you're important if you aren't. I've met bad people, being a good person takes work, you don't magically become a good person because someone on the internet tells you are. (You can choose wether to believe me on this point or not, who am I to tell you who you are? I'm just a bitter author on wattpad who can't even finish her original story.) The fact still stands that you may be a very bad person, doesn't mean you aren't interesting. As I said before, everyone is interesting so, by default, you are as well.
Now, I'm just making assumptions because I'm a human person over the age of five, and it's a normal thing for us, but if you clicked on this story, then I think you are interested in its contents. (I'm sorry to all aliens or people under five, we're awful). The contents of this story are descriptions of interesting people, made for an audience of interesting people. (Ha, it's rigged, could you tell?) It will be more interesting for people who know me. It will be more interesting when I describe people that I know. Those two facts are not directly related but the wording is similar. The descriptions will not all be written in the same writing style. This is because I am a person and I evolve. Yay character development, except I am a sentient person with feelings and a life outside this story, which brings me to my next point. I will try to bring enjoyment to the reader, but their every whim will be none of my concern, nor will regular updates. Votes and comments will be appreciated, even encouraged, but if you feel there are other places to use the few seconds that voting or commenting takes on other things, then who am I to stop you.
This introduction took a long, rambly, very unexpected turn and I apologize, but you should know what to expect. Thank you for taking the time to read this, I sincerely appreciate it. Enjoy the story, or well, the descriptions, and have a nice day.
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People
PoetryPeople are beautiful. It's only fair someone observes them all. Descriptions of people. People I know. People I used to know. People I don't know. Just people. Laughing, crying, singing, dancing, living, dying, and being. It's not stalkery, it's obs...