Book / Young Adult
Short Story / Other
Poem / Poetry
Surprisingly for someone who writes for joy, I don't like to right about myself but I guess I should try.
I write when I become bored during class, which is most of the time seeing how school is almost over. I just look around and write about what I’m doing at the moment or what the people around me are doing then elaborate and write some crazy ending for it. I always carry around my red note book just in case I say something to my friends and they think it is funny so I can write it down and use it later. I really don’t take myself seriously and neither does anyone else around me. I’m a fairly happy person and always show that I’m happy, I just think that if you smile you can pass it on to someone else and make their day. I’m not much of an awkward moment’s person, I usually crack the stupidest joke that comes to mind and its all kicks and giggles after that. But I do like peaceful silences, you know the ones were your sitting on some street corner with your best friend, not talking at all yet you feel perfectly content with just the company and not saying one word.
I have A great and abnormal love for literature, The weird thing is half of my friends have the same passion and the other half detest it, yet we live in harmony. My lovely parents put up a 6 by 5 bookcase in the hallway for my personal use and sadly but happily its almost full. My friends who enjoy reading always come to me for an opinion or to borrow from my collection. I am almost trampled if word is let out of my new book purchases. Most of my books are ratty which I take with pride because they were read so much.
There is one and only one thing that scares me and its frighteningly (is that a word?) name is death, i just wanna get a knife and stab him, ha (inside joke and hey im not inside)
. . . . Lovely
My friends and family call me crazy and loud yet they stand by my side. I don't really feel the need to talk at times but If I'm not at least smiling the people around me may think i have the flu. They say by anouther ten years I will have thousands of wrinkles around my mouth and counting.
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