Well you see I am the typical girl. No, not the girl who is never insecure, is gorgeous, is the prettiest thing alive. The typical girl IS insecure, not gorgeous, not the prettiest thing alive. Well, in my opinion. I am also a Goth. Don't judge me when you see me walking down the streets as: Wow, she looks depressed and miserable also dressed like a Goth! I'd hate to be her she is obviously bullied!
Just don't. You don't even how much pain I feel inside. Don't just assume that I am a regular Goth kid because I am not.
Okay.
I now wonder if you are wondering why I made this. Well at least because that's what this chapter is all about.
Why did I make my warm blooded finger touch the tip of the screen? What was the purpose of clicking the button?
These questions could mislead you to a completely different topic so let me pretty much sum it up for you.
Not many people understand who I am on the inside because I have never fully explained.. But in this here story people will see my true form as a human.
Now im pretty much sure that small answer was better then two whole pages I could write for an answer.
