In my mind, is a world of magic. 
It's filled with countless ideas,  more ideas then there are stars in the sky. 
Whenever I sit down to do math, I can't see the numbers. I can only see magic and fairies and witches and wizards and phoenixes and goddesses. 
I can barely see anything else. 
They try to understand me, try to see the world in my head. But only my best friends and me can understand. 
That is the most painful thing of being me. 
I am lost, lonely, except when surrounded by friends. 
I am alone, even if there are people around me. 
Don't reach out and grab me. Slowly, carefully, reach towards me... only then, only then, can you see even the tiniest bit of the world in my mind. 
I snap easily, so if I yell at you, don't recoil and yell back. Go away, and soon I will feel guilty. 
Nobody ever listens to me, because it's hard to understand. I can't help throwing our words and not thinking, because I have so much to share. I just simply can't think if my listener will be interested or not. 

See you around on Wattpad. 

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