These next few pieces were written over a year ago, but sometimes I can't help but wonder if I maybe psychic. They echo a current situation in a very eerie fashion, though there was no way I could have known the future, especially with all the changes that have occured in the past twelve months.
Sometimes, I just don't get myself.
I am your typical teenager, and yet I'm not. I crave acceptance, and yet find no joy in much of the trivial pasttimes in which the rest of the population participates. I am artistic, musical, and highly literate. I enjoy living in my head much more than I ever do living in the real world, for in my mind, I can solve all the problems that in real life, I am powerless to change.
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