It is not easy being me...  Being the person they expect me to be... being the person I am... Both complete opposites of each other...   I can't remember what happened last night but all I can remember now is that I am running for my life. Jumping over the occasional tree stump, I dash away from the low growls that are getting closer and closer with every step I take... I feel my skirt getting snagged on a low hanging branch. *Of all the times, why now?! I'