I started punching some keys and I am not really sure when it will end.

I was always stuck at the offbeat. While everyone was hanging out with their friends, gossiping about anything; I was here, reading ang writing at the same time. For short, life wasn't easy because I feel like I don't belong but I HOPE to belong.

It was very hard to admit that you are alone because no one shares the same interest as you do. I tried to stop writing and tried interacting with others but somehow my hand always itch to get a book and read.

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I am someone (and no, someone is not my biological name).

Someone who reads, someone who writes. Trust me when I say my life isn't depressing. It just needs color. 

I should be finding myself spice in my life to paint those boring, plain walls like finding the love of my life (gross) or go skydiving but I guess I already am starting to paint it. Not just exactly the way I expect it to.

I mean, getting rejected three times might make you want to slither in a rock and die there or others might take this as a motivation to go on extreme diets just to feel sexy and please other people but trust me:

By experience: THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN PLEASE YOU IS YOU.

P.S. I was the one who got rejected three times. :(

So, if you feeling down or happy (I really don't mind if which or maybe both), let's talk it out. I might relate to such. Because on a serious note, who needs a prince charming when you can just ship others right?

Nonetheless, have a good day and continue reading.