Prologue

I suppose I don't quite like to keep in touch with myself. Well, guess the latter already goes without saying. It took me a while to understand why. Maybe because I see it as selfish and a tad bit narcissistic? There are a lot of things I don't really understand about myself, and everything I say in my head gets confusing, like some kind of paradox. So maybe this won't make much sense to you either.

I'm not sure what to think of everything around me, from physics to social interaction, life to death, emotions to instinct. I do believe in right or wrong, but I'm unsure of its boundaries. So, is there really a right or wrong?

My name is Marceline Abadeer. I'm fourteen, and I don't understand anything.

It's a bit overwhelming. Is this what over-thinking is like? Sometimes it feels like I have my thoughts under control, organized and simple, but then reality comes around knocks the wind out of me.

I wonder if anyone could ever make sense of what I'm blabbing about and maybe be able to relate. I don't really talk to people about this kind of stuff. I've taught myself to not open up to people as much anymore, not even my friends. It's not just because of trust, but maybe because I'm insecure as well. You see, I don't usually cater to people who put their demons on a pedestal. Life isn't perfect, sometimes things just suck more than other things. Sometimes this guy gets more money than that guy. Sometimes the asshole gets the girl and the nice dude doesn't. Sometimes she's absolutely gorgeous compared to you, so now you feel worthless. Sometimes that person has friends and family who care about them while you sit alone. It's life, the world won't stop spinning just because you aren't happy. Some manage to survive without struggle while others rot even after putting up a strong fight. No one is special. I learned this the hard way. But of course, everyone loves attention, and some people aren't willing to admit it.

I'm not depressed. Nor am I really content with life. I guess I'm kinda neutral about everything. Is this healthy?

I've never really fallen in love with anyone before. I'm sure I'll know what to expect, all the cliches. Butterflies in the stomach, heart palpitations, electricity from physical contact... Although, there is a person of interest. Her name is Bonnibel Zucker.

Hello there. I'm not much of an experienced writer. In case you haven't noticed, this is a short prologue. I just want to see if what I have prepared has potential. I will try not to make my writing seem presumptious and cocky. However, I will try my best.

I plan to make this a sweet Bubbline fic. I will, most likely to certain, include smut.

I would appreciate criticism along the way. Chapter 1 will be uploaded whitin 24 hours.