UNTITLED
I am not much of a speaker; rather, I am an observer. For me, life is beautiful in ways not everyone can notice or realize. I like to keep quiet about it; that way, I have my own unique way of looking at things. When I was a kid, I didn't talk much. I was labeled as a shy kid. Maybe it was cute back in kindergarten, but as I reached my teenage years, it made me 'AVERAGE'—always confused (daydreaming), not very interested in class. Even though I knew many things, I didn't answer. Most days, I didn't want to be me. I just wanted to be one of those girls who spoke effortlessly to whomever they wanted. But I kept everything inside. Then, one day during my 10th-grade exams, I blurted it all out—how unfair things were (or felt), how I hated being who I was. Nerdy, shy kid. But in reality, I was the opposite. I don't remember much of my younger days, but what I do remember is being unheard. By the time I realized all these things, I had already turned 18. Eighteen yea...