Hello, fabulous people. I've made another account because my first attempt at a story was just sad and I might actually try writing on here. Maybe.
I'm always reading a book, I love to bake, I'm always reading a Wattpad story on the side, and I'm only doing good in school due to my otherwise useless memory.
I'm both an outcast and a social butterfly. In other words, I drift from group to group so often that I don't belong anywhere. It's mostly because I get cabin fever within a few days, and I hate people as much as I love them.
I procrastinate on everything. I tend to sleep around 4:30 am or not at all, and I just lay in my bed watching stupid YouTube videos waiting until it's acceptable to "wake up."
There's probably plenty of people just like me, but I like to think I'm special.
Nobody knows much about me, and I'd like to keep it that way because then I'd have no barriers.
I'm that awkward girl with the lanky limbs who wears jeans or shorts and a t-shirt or hoodie nearly everyday. I kinda hate my hair. I love dressing up, but I'd rather that not be public knowledge. I love to wear dresses, but the "Wow! You're actually a girl!" comments sort of ruin it for me.
You're still reading this.
I'm awkward and clumsy. I ALWAYS have a cut, scrape, bruise, or burn somewhere on my body. I like to pretend I'm athletic, however, and I'm always up to play sports or go for a swim.
Sometimes I feel like I want more attention, but then I get more than I'd like and I revert to hiding under a rock. Yeah, I'm that kid.
This makes me feel uneasy, sharing so much about myself on the Internet but you don't know me in real life, so we're cool.
I'm not a people person but I love people.
I might like someone, and I might hate him because of that.
I'll deny everything.
We're all insignificant.
Stop looking at me.