I love to draw. I love to read books. I love to make stories. The ideas in my mind overflows. Sometimes it gets out of hand and I always end up staring in the air because I'm imagining scenarios in my head. I don't usually get along in a crowd. And the 2 safest place for me is anywhere when my friends are around and my room where in it's quiet and I'm alone and I can think.
I'm weird and I know that. My friends often tell me that. Even my parents and sisters says so. But then, this is me. I am not the type of person who will change myself just to satisfy others. That isn't me at all. If they can't accept me for who I am, that's not my problem anymore. And besides, I love being weird. It kinda gives me the feeling of being unique and different from others. :-)
  • JoinedMarch 30, 2013




Story by Kathlynn Jarapa
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