— Me
She
She listens those certain songs. She enjoys those beautiful pics. She feels like writing quotes. She has something to tell to. “What makes her different?” She thought.
She bursts out into laughing even sometimes into tears. She leaps for joy. She hates the emptiness; it hurts her. “Does everyone else feel the same way too?” She wondered.
She loves doing silly things. The childish soul in her comes up naturally. She sometimes has lost her mind. “No, the only thing is she’s being undercontrolled.” She said against it.
She’s a hard dreamer. She likes day dreaming. She’s really into her wild imagination. It traps, sinks, and brings her to the world she wants to be; making her difficult to crawl up back. “Nobody finds me here, nobody’s gonna interfere.” said She.
She has no clue what she really misses but she feels it in her bones. Friend? Someone special? Oh, probably, Love? “HAHA what the hell is it? Love? The word itself can make her chuckle even more and more. What does it feel like?” She grumbled.
After all, she loves being all the way she is. She doesn’t give a shit about people’s thoughts they have in mind. “Think, girl. You’re great. They’ll never be you because you’ve got that one special thing. Put a big smile on your face? Awesome.” She whispered to her own self.
