I'm just a random girl who hates life and loves fanfiction. I never really write fanfiction but I might add A story or Two here.

Favorite Series:

Harry Potter

Legend

Land of Stories

Hunger Games

Divergent

Favorite Books:

This is not a Test

The Fault in our Stars

A lot more that I can't think of right now nor do I have the time to type.

Favorite TV Shows:

Sherlock

The 4400

The Umbrella Academy

The girl you just called fat? She is overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly scars? He fought for his country. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. Put this as you're profile if you're against bullying.

I bet 95% of you wont put this on your profile, but I'm sure the people with a heart and backbone will.

98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile.

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent that aren't, copy this, put it in you profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Tsuyu Mikazuki, Weasel Chick, Revenant666, dragonsroar, foxdude33, FallenLex, Soelle, Miss Whiskers, jully123, Dis Lexic, someonewholikestoread, BlazeShadow17,

I hide behind kind words.

I hide behind a mask.

Behind my mask is a tired, scared and distrusting girl.

Behind my mask is a girl who has been betrayed one too many at a young age.

Behind my mask is a girl who has experiences many, but hasn't seen far.

Behind my mask, I am human.

I ask myself: Why is life difficult?

I ask myself: Is it because I have yet found myself?

I ask myself: How long do I have to be strong for everybody?

I ask myself: But why? But how?

For a long time, I have known that I have been different. Introverted. A dreamer. Misplaced.

For a long time, I have wanted to validate my existence. To not feel numb.

No, I am not depressed, this is who I am. This is how I think.

This is how I grew up. Open-minded. Experienced, yet I haven't seen all.

They call me a genius, yet I know nothing.

I feel as if I am a wingless bird trapped within a cage. Trapped within a trap.

I wish to escape...

I wish to fly...

I wish to feel the wind groom through my feathers with the sky as my only companion.

I wish to breathe.

But why? But how?

Behind my mask, I am only human.

someonewholikestoread 22/10/2015 21:15

BlazeShadow17 3/12/2018 8:05 P.M.

Repost if you feel the same and add your name, date and time. No matter how far apart we are, no matter how many people there are on this planet that have access to the internet, I guarantee you this, out of the 7 billion breathing on Mother Earth there are others out there that feel the same way you do, think the same way. You are not alone. We are one in heart and soul.