"Out the Door" By Kate Micucci
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Be careful, Straight trees often have crooked roots. My name's Kyra Evelyn. I'm seventeen years young, turning eighteen on August 22, 2010. I'm not really the quiet type, although when I'm in large groups of people and I don't know anyone, I'll shut myself up. Sometimes I act my age, sometimes I act older. Sometimes people assume I'm older because of my respectable and dignified swagger, and that leads to some awkward predicaments. I'm a hopeless romantic, and I'm a dreamer. I dream most nights, actually. If I didn't dream I would never sleep. I have 5 full sized pillows on my bed, along with several other smaller ones. I'm only 5'5, but my feet tend to hang off the end of the matress because of this. Stupid, I know. I've made some mistakes in the past, but it's alright. I'm young, and I can bounce back. Lately I've been really clean, which is good. I got a five on my AP English exams. That really doesn't matter, but I like to brag. It makes me feel good about myself. I'm addicted to music, all kinds of music. I wouldn't be here without it really. When I didn't want to be alive, I was living for the next show. I don't mean to sound melodramatic, but I guess that's just the reality of it. I don't listen to the radio. Nowadays, it's music, theatre, and writing that keep me sane. It's funny how being someone else can help you find who you really are. ♥ Crying, laughing, fucking, sneezing, hating, loving, lusting, pleasing. We're all the same. I'm done trying. You threatened me. Intrigue me. Fascinate me. Captivate me. it's more like realizing you really should just stop caring." -A. Young ♥ Add As If It's Tragic!: As If It's Tragic | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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