As much as I was social in the past, I honestly still don't like to mingle as a butterfly. Fear my words, I am stronger than I look, my words are fierce and have a cold cunning edge to it. I'm not beautiful but beauty is merely skin deep. I am 15, I age just like the rest of you. My words don't hold fear, it uses fear against others, I don't particularly like people in general. Not because I'm some kind of snobby person, I'm just normally sarcastic, rude, and quiet. But after all, quiet people have the loudest mind.
I, unfortunately, don't need to tell you about my whereabouts in the story lines of what next I'll update. I have many other things to do than lay in bed and write countless of hidden secretive stories that I can tell in a month. There's more than what meets the eye, there is more than what I might say, what words hold deeper in my stone cold expression. Or as many might say, my little naive face accepting blind trust from people who'll use you. I am different.
And I'm never changing who I am.
- Miss Unfortunate
Last edited: July 14th 2017
- If you can't chase me, you just need to learn to let me go.
- JoinedNovember 14, 2015