Sometimes, i wonder why people exist. I wonder what purpose we are achieving just doing the things we doing everyday for personal reasons. I wonder what people are thinking about me right this second.

Do you know how much i just tried living as a normal person, a normal human who just wanted privacy and to live a normal teenage life? Someone who just wanted to live peacefully, not intruded by peer pressure and influences?

I'm a typical 15 year old. Everyday seems the same to me, school, friends and family i guess. But nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows what i feel inside, nobody understands what i think about. I don't want to change myself for other people, i don't want to be the person that forces themselves to suit people's standards. I want be myself.That's the reason why i began writing stories online.

 i just love the tip- tapping of my fingers on the keys. I love how i can create an artificial world that only exists in my brain and transporting it through my fingers to the internet world. I love how i can type words without thinking and not caring how people will see me in reality as they don't know my identity. I love how someone might eventually read this and feel what i feel right at this moment even though we're kilometres apart, or even just across the street. Stories are where my imagination and creation takes me, somewhere beyond reality and somewhere, where i can say an opinion without being looked down at or losing confidence in myself.

Honestly, i think i might be developing a split personality. This is the real me you see, the real me who wants everything that you can't have, the real me who is betraying everyone one with a fake personality, the real me who doesn't even have a clue about what to write next.