You: Hey! you should check this new writer out on Wattpad. Has a weird name and all.
Friend: Really? What's  her username?
You: She's my favourite author.
Friend: cool... what's her username? 
You: she's my favourite author!
Friend: (getting frustrated); I get it! tell me her username!
You: I told you! She's my favourite author!
Friend: (Incredulously) are you trying to be territorial or something? It's making no sense. I just asked you for her username. 
You: and I told it to you ...her username IS @myfavouriteauthor .
*Uncomfortable silence*
Friend : (rolling her eyes) Of course It's something weird!

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Unapologetic.

I've spent too long being someone I'm not because people  can't talk without generalizing me. Yes, I tick all the so called wrong boxes but unfortunate for them the blood still runs red.

Make what you can of that.

Red stilettoes and BTS are my thing. So are Headphones, coffee, books, deep conversations and dark thoughts.

Had a gift for words but the world ate away at it and I destroyed what was left of it. Appreciation for it sadly, is still alive.

Make what you will of that.