I am a lover of art, music, science fiction & fantasies. Sometimes I forget that there's a real world out there.
I enjoy being in my little bubble of personal bliss, sometimes a bubble of suffering. Personal nonetheless.
I'm not that complicated yet I'm such an enigma to people that I become disheartened. The fact that I'm misunderstood makes me feel like somewhat of an outcast. Why can't I have the things these "normal" people have?
Based on the observation of my peers I've realized that the most undeserving people get it all. Perhaps it is because they don't know what it is like to be without, that they are so dissatisfied and unappreciative of what they possess.
I don't know where I'm going with this... I'll stop writing now.
About Me
- Becca Anomaly
- just a girl interested in anything and everything worth knowing. i write a lot & i write intensely but do not mistake my emotional words for an emotional person. i am tough as nails and will battle you to the death! *SPARTA KICK*
1 comment:
i think a part of what brought us together was this need for escapism. i can't stand reality. i'll deal...but i can't stand it.
(i hope that wasn't too presumptuous!)
i was telling someone the other day that perhaps if i had more normal likes, more average interests i wouldn't feel so alien all the time. but it feels so nice when you find someone that understands. still, those people are so few and far between...and half of them are crazy!
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