I guess I’ve led others to believe I’m so much more than I really am. Sometimes, I’ll feel like I’m this big thing and I literally have the power to change the world one person at a time. Then, at other times, I’ll realize that I’m this one teenager who is made into something I’m really not. Yeah, I’m loved. But I’m really not everything that I project, and you’re all just making me and twisting me into something that I’m not. I’m just another teenager on the other side of the planet, wrapped up in her own world and still a work-in-progress. I’m not fully fledged at the moment, and until I am, please treat me as a moody, small, confused, happy, sad, tired, scared, whiney teenager.
Must be the hormones acting up again.
