I am a girl...

~I am the girl that doesn't talk, and when I do, no one listens. I am the girl that zones out and listens to music. I am the girl that is always drawing and never paying attention in class, yet gets all A’s. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call ‘normal’. I am the girl that doesn't spend on her time on Facebook, or let alone have one. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in three years. I am the girl that people call weird or a freak or a bookworm either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl who doesn’t really fit in anywhere.

~But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird because it's a compliment, who loves reading and writing and drawing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Harry Potter, who can express herself better with written words, and knows the importance of the little things.


~ Maybe, if you were to get to know me, I would talk. Maybe you would see why I put my head phones on. Maybe I don’t pay attention not because I have something better to do. Maybe the books I have my nose stuck in really are good. Maybe I’m a terrific artist and author. Maybe don’t want a Facebook. Maybe I don’t want a boyfriend. Maybe when you call me a freak, or weird, or a book worm. I. Can. Hear. You. Maybe, just maybe, it’s you who doesn’t fit in with me.

~ The important thing isn’t what you are to other people, its who you are to yourself, because no one knows you better than you. If someone were to truly be your friend, they would understand that. They would see you for who you say you are, not what the other people say about you behind your back. They would ignore what the other people say forget about it, living life to the fullest it could be. They would learn to enjoy it while they could.