Who am I you ask? I'm just another face in the crowd, another forgotten name, another "misunderstood teen", another statistic, another activist trying to make a difference, another basket case waiting to break, another fangirl screaming her lungs out, another nerd, another loser, another bitch, another lover, another love that got away, another dreamer falling further away from reality, another broken heart, another one still holding on.

I am what the media tells me to be. I am what you either hate or love the most. I would say I was original, but nothing is original any more. I'm just a fucked up, mixed up version of what used to be. Covered with labels from head to toe, and not one of them fitting right. I am the one who keeps you up all night crying, or laughing. I am the one who shattered your world, or glues it back together.

In short. I'm nobody important, so don't waste you time. You'll only be disappointed in the end.