Who the hell am I? Well, honestly I don’t know anymore. I’m not sure if I’m the girl people think I am. Or if I’m the girl inside my head, the girl I know since birth.

What’s the difference? Well, the girl people think I am is nice to everybody. She’s afraid to make people around her upset so she just keep what she really thinks inside her head and just say what they wanna hear. She’s a wimp whose only sport is reading. She’s a social freak who can’t talk to a stranger without stuttering. She’s a coward who’s afraid to break rules and disappoint people. She’s lame and her anxiety keeps her from making a lot of friends. She thinks everyone hates her and they’re just trying to be nice so they pretend to like her. She’s a contingent being; she’s there but sometimes, you just can’t feel her presence. 

While the girl I know inside my head is a fearless little bitch. She’s mean, rude and she doesn’t care about anyone. She’s a brat and she would try to get anything she wants. She hates acting so girly. She wanna be one of the boys. She doesn’t want to be pretty but instead she wants to be cool. Just like those boys who do cool stuff and fool around and have adventures all the time. She wants to be like those guys who doesn’t mind being hurt or getting in trouble. She doesn’t like making plans 'cause no one knows about tomorrow anyway. She's a free-spirited little rebel who hates loves being weird and different.

But I don’t really know who I am anymore. Who cares anyway?!