WeirdNh

Hello... I'm ranting... Well, not really. --------------------------- He’s an idiot. He has talk to me more than any other guy ever did. It has been one year since we met. We’re just classmates, sometimes table neighbor. You will always be one chair away from me. Why is that? One year ago, my first impression of you was: “Wow, he’s a great guy. I’m lucky someone like him exist in my class.” Weeks later, you and your friends would sometime defend me from judgmental thinking. Well, I don’t know for sure. Luckily I don’t understand other languages. Then, I saw you there, at a place where I w

...it's 1:30 AM here. What am I doing? Who am I? Where am I? ...Again, what am I doing? I love to draw. I love to write. I love to read. Is it wrong that I don't express myself like other people? I don't blame them if they misunderstood me, because I never told them any of my thought. I just want to be myself. I just want to be accepted for who I am..