Be right back
A freaking 16yrsoldgirl, stop. I can't describe me, I'm still trying to understand what I am. I'm not a tomboy, but I don't like pink. I'm kind of introvert, but very giggling at times. I love to write, I love music, I love walking out when it's cold but the rain is missing, I miss the life I could have had, I smell like new books, I hate waking up in the morning (wheter it's early or late, it sucks anyway). I'm out of time (and I hate it), I'm apparently invisible (but not too skinny), I'm the ghost soul who whimpers and pants, fluorescent like just an adolescent can be, fluorescent and grey in a little wannabe metropolis in the South of the West Modern Fucking World.