There is not much to say, honestly. I come from a broken home. Blah, blah, blah. The same sappy story, everyone always trying to do everything to keep me happy; and I wear that always-smiling and laughing mask that sometimes makes me believe I am honestly happy.
When I am alone, although, I love to write or to sing. Both of these hobbies let me escape. They do not frustrate me like the rest of the world does. If I am alone and do not have the option to do either of these, I try to sleep. You know, try to dream.
Please do not think I am that crazed, depressed girl, though. I love talking to the people who are worth it. The people who lead me to believe there may actually be hope left in humanity.
So. Yeah. I don't know what else to put here. Haha. I guess I'm a really crazy and weird person when it comes down to actually knowing the people I talk with; and actually liking them.
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