Many people wonder as to who they are; each morning, they wake up and wonder "Who am I? What is my purpose on earth? What does the future hold for me?"; honestly, the brunette is no different. Each morning, she wakes up and, even before getting up so she can get ready, if school is on the list of things to do, that day, she takes a few minutes to wonder. Who is she? What is her purpose, on Earth? Certainly, she wasn't born for no reason... right?
Sometimes, it's hard for the girl to find the sense in what she's supposed to do; sometimes, she sees life as too much for her to handle, and she feels as if giving up is her only option. However, she has yet to actually do it; she has yet to let herself fall so deeply into the whole, she even passes Wonderland. She's still hanging by the edge, not fully giving in, but not giving up, either.
Those days, when she feels like she isn't able to cope with everything that has been thrown at her - the insecurities, the deaths, the nightmares -, the girl opens up her laptop, whenever she gets the chance, and her blog is the first thing she opens, so that she can write her feelings out; there's nothing a good writing session can't cure, it seems.
Another cure that doesn't seem to fail, is music; with her earphones tightly closing her ears from the outside world that she loves to avoid, the brunette is able to live through the toughest days with the soft voice of whichever band she's listening to telling her to hold, even if just for another day; she's able to shut the world with the loud guitars, the deep basses, and the mind-numbing drums. She's able to ignore her insecurities, her fears, as she has something else on her head, something better that takes her back to old days she barely remembers of watching her lovely parents play their own music.
Her friends, they are the most understanding people. Over these last years, she has learned to choose them wisely, going from someone who seeked friendship in every human being, whether they had hurt her in the past or not, to someone who is able to see right through façades and false words, which left her with only a few true friends. She isn't complaining, though; she would always rather have just a few friends, but have them be people she could actually trust, than have a large groupe of people who would, surely, end up talking wrongly of her behind her innocent back.

now i'm not so sure

"I loved you; I loved you, and you have let me down. So, as sorry as I might be, later, I am breaking my promise. I hope you understand, darling."

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