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The Architect's First Love

The Architect's First Love

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I'm Kirsten Michaels, twenty years of age, an architect. No, scratch that. A future architect. It just sounds good when I tell them I already am one. But someday, I'll become a real one - the registered and licensed. This is why ever since I entered high school, I focused on practicing skills that I naturally didn't have. I mastered drafting, drawing and at the same time spent my free hours inside the library reading stuffs that would help me achieve my dream. I didn't bother making friends, nor live like a normal high school teen. I was an introvert, and being that, my college life became a ring of fire. Sef Jansen, is a self-acclaimed artist who does know nothing but to annoy the heat out of me. He's been the reason why I can't concentrate on my projects lately. He keeps on distracting me by the way he acts, and even if he does nothing, he still distracts me. Because of him, my plans will most probably be ruined. I must be an architect, I must eradicate him.
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All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)

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