what it's like to be me? nothing to be fancy about, i reckon.

how it feels to be an outcast?

if i were given a chance to change any aspect of my life, i won't. not one bit. even if that means i can get a whole lot of friends in exchange.

i'm not as preppy as any other teenager. i don't fret on pimples or breast and butt. i don't giggle when a boy walk pass me. call me a retard but i'm not like any ordinary teenager out there.

my mentality overwhelms the adults. i think beyond my age. although i'm not a straight-a's student, my brain works efficiently. i'm much more sensible than my brothers combine.

maybe my sarcasm, arrogance and ignorant came the better or me. i get upset almost instantly and yet i can cool down immediately. if i don't like someone or something, i'll let it be known. i want to know what others think of me rather than not know just because i want to let things seems like perfect.

i'm proud of who i am even though that means i'm going to be a loner and lonely most of the time.

i'm just not a peoples person but i'm definitely not anti-social. i love being around people but if you put me with people who are hypocrites and loves backstabbing others, i rather spend my life on a deserted island with cats.

i don't have many friends and i don't enjoy making acquaintance. perhaps, i don't like the idea of making a lot of friends but for a short period of time. my idea of a friend is someone who i can depend on for as long as i could. not just somebody i can pass the time with.

why not read about my everyday life