tiya.simon

I am a 18year old girl with jet black hair, sparkles and funny cloths , who feels lonley sometimes. I do not ask to be because i cant even understand myself. I ask to be accepted, I ask to be accepted as I am. I do not want to be told what potential I have, or what my future holds. I do not want to be told I am going nowhere in life because I skiped a math test. I question my existance, my meaning. I question what the "Real World" is, and why I'm not there. I feel happy with no shoes on. I feel lonesome in a crowded room. Sometimes my heart bleeds and i cry, laughter echoes in my mind. I am told to be different, to be myself. But then I am told what to wear and how to act. I like to write and rumors hurt. I don't know how to dance, but I try to anyway. Please don't try to understand me, nor judge me too quickly. My name doesnt matter, My heart is open.