I'm not one of those teenagers who spend their allowance on buying CDs of One Direction or Cody Simpson. I'm not one of those teenagers who always want to be beautiful. I'm not one of those teenagers who cry at night because they broke up.
 
I'm non of them, although I want to. I want to be like them, hang out with them and fit into their world. But I can't be like them. I simply cannot.
 
I love reading books but I don't consider myself as a bookworm. I read books to travel to different places while sitting on my bed on a cold day, drinking a cup of coffee and wearing an ugly sweater. I read books to meet different kinds of people, rather different kinds of fictional characters. I read books to fall in love with fictional characters and understand them. I read books to go on adventures. I read books to escape from my miserable reality.
 
I don't write stories to become popular or because I want others to be amazed. I don't write stories because I love it or because I have nothing better to do. I don't write stories to keep records of true stories.
I write stories because I have many fictional friends who want come out of my mind to share their stories. It is as if they developed a will to live a life of their own - a life not like mine or that of anyone else in the world. They speak to me, they want to come out. It's weird, right? Yeah, I'm weird.
 
I'm just that little, chubby teenager with short black hair and brown skin. I'm just that little teenager who always smiles for everyone so they smile too. I'm just that little teenager who spends its life reading books and travelling. I'm that little teenager who listens to indie acoustic songs. I am myself. Some say: "You are different." I don't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult, but always when someone says those three words there is something inside of me that says: "Just stay being different. Stay being yourself."
 
I am a Dreamer, Welcome to my Crib.