I'm just writing to write. In the mood to write. Words keep coming into my head but I make no sense of them. Sentences pop into my mind but they mean nothing. They're just words. Why does it matter how many I say? Why does it matter how many I don't say? I don't want to be loud anymore. I don't want to be giggle-y. I don't want to always have a smile on my face. I don't want to pretend that everything is okay. I don't want to put on a fake happy persona. I want people to see me as a real person. Not a person with a childlike laugh. Not an insanely happy or peppy person. I just want to be seen as me. A girl who has real emotions. A girl who CAN handle it when you tell her things. I'm not immature. I'm not under-developed. I'm not a genius. I'm not simpleminded. I'm just in-the-middle. I'm in between, like every one of you. I know, I'm rambling. But is that okay? There are so many words bottled up in me and some of them are so irrelevant. But I want to say them. I want to express myself but I can't. I want to be me but if I am me, no one will understand. "Why aren't you happy like your usual self?" "Why aren't you giggling when I light-heartedly mock your laugh?" "Why aren't you smiling?" But then.. Maybe there will be that one person who realizes that.. I'm not always how I portray myself to be. I'm just a confused little girl.