What I Am
I wake up, and every morning my feet hit the floor, like any other human. But you still treat me like I'm some kind of freak. I have feelings too, you know, Even though I wear black everyday and refuse to show how I feel. I may come off as sad or mad, but it's really that I'm shy. If something is bothering me, I probably won't tell you, unless I know that I can trust you. Give me the time of day, and I'll return the favor, even though I'm quite anti-social. But if you treat me like s**t, I'll make your life a living hell. I REALLY hate drama, so don't talk s**t about me, or any of my close friends, or I will go crazy on your a**. This year I found out who my REAL friends are, and you know who you are, so there is no point listing them here, like everyone else does. So if you have taken the time to read this, you might as well leave me a comment or a message. ~Megan
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so what are you up to hmm?