Looking back on my childhood, it was evident that I was dull. I was that kid who asked the teacher for the homework when he had forgotten. I was the kid that studied, for fun. I was that perfectly boring young citizen. Which was okay, of course. There’s nothing wrong with who I was. There was nothing wrong with who she was. 

    Crazy, innovative, destructive, passionate—did I say crazy yet? One of those characters you meet once every fifty years, maybe more. One of those characters who never seem to stick around too long.

    But there was nothing wrong with who she was.

will be short; will be weird

let's enjoy this together :)

-n