She was...

hello dear someone,

today I'm gonna tell you a story, and as every single stories this one starts like this,

Once upon a time, in a far or not so far land, there was a girl (well, there were more than a girl but I'm only gonna talk about this one) whom the name isn't important and the age is even more irrelevant. She wasn't pretty nor ugly like in the books, where or you are pretty and want to be more than that or you're ugly but someone loves you by your personality and, oh, comes out you're not even ugly!, how beautiful. No. She was a real girl, like every other real girls...  The thing about her was that she was full of shit. She simply wasn't capable of being loyal to her real self when she was surrounded by everyone, she was crap, and she new it. But, hey, do you really think you can judge her? We do what we need to survive, and teenage years are a bitch.

I'll explain her story better.

She was this quite girl, who thought, who observed, who didn't lived for fashion, boyfriend and social events. She was an atheist, she was cynical, she was realistic. Her mind was an amazing place where you could simply sail all day long and find the most unlikely things that you would ever find in a teenager's mind. You see... the thing about 'thinking', and 'observing', it might not be exactly how you're expecting. She thought because she was capable of observing, and she was capable of observing because she thought (this is really difficult of explaining). Okay, easier way: you see things, she saw through things. You see and that's it, it's seen... she saw and she gave it a meaning. She could pass hours thinking about what she has seen, or heard, and that way things developed in her head. She was a lonely person because she simply didn't live in our world... She was always somewhere else. And it was fine by her because it was who she was.

But things got tough. No one wants to be alone, right?

So she understood that she simply had to leave all that crap that was in her head and she had to do something to fit in. She started to act like the other girls, she stopped to think and she started to live. She started to get to the social events, she started to make friends (even though she didn't like them), she started to dress like the others... she even got a boyfriend (who she didn't like), and she started to feel more and more alone. She was crap, she was a superficial girl, she was a liar, she was like those persons that she couldn't (in the past) bare. She was full of shit and it became difficult to come back to what she was... because she didn't know who she was anymore. She still doesn't know... 

You know who you are?

- The Wolf