Hello, 
I am Rose. I talk to little, apologise to much, and hide away from life. I never knew a person could have a good dream until I was 9 when all of the nightmares stopped. That is also the time I started talking and socialising. I didn't have any actual friends until I had gotten into 3rd grade. I don't trust enough, I always thought people were out to hurt me. That's why I keep to my books and writings. I am not good at being social. I can't go up to a person, shake their hand, and tell them my name right off that bat. I never approach people, I hate when people touch me, and when someone I feel intimated by asked me for my name, I make a false one. My head is too loud sometimes, and I can't sit in front of people in class for fear that they are watching me. I have so many problems, but I still know I must have it better than some. So I make the best out of my life, and put it into my stories. Writing is the only thing I have yet to be hesitant or confused about. I hope that never changes. 

~Rose<3