I see her. Pure hatred flows though me. Through my veins, coursing through my body. Into my heart. But then again, what do you expect from a girl who my crush likes. When I say 'crush' I feel like I'm back in 5th grade.
She has this hair, it just is so horrible, at least that's what I think... what I feel on the other hand is that she is stunning. Almost as pretty as my two best friends, Caylie and Anniese. Back to her hair. It is the strange color of blonde, it looks so fake, but I still feel like it's pretty.
I am that way about everything, just like my brain and my heart completely disagree. It's like another person is controlling one part of me, which part, I have no idea.
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Voices in my Mind
RandomSandy Hoflinger has a very... wandering mind. She feels things that her head disagrees with. She always thought that was normal, but she has no idea what is beginning to happen.
