"Why is he like that?..." "...weird and scary..." "..must've been sick..." "He's a freak!!" All the voices surround the little boy. He was squatting down, pulling his natural blue hair to stop the pounding in his head. His cheeks was tear-stained

I am a random person. I could be right in front of you, and still melt into the crowd. Unless I made myself visible. I'm the kind of people who would only show herself to the people she chose. If any of my friends are reading this, you know I love you <3 No matter how unimportant I may look or sound, every person have something the held dear. I loved writing. It releases something inside of me I never knew existed, until I see it on a piece of paper.