Whenever people look at me, they see something. Strangers see a random teenager, studious, quiet, one to stay in the background. My family sees the girl obsessed with writing and reading. My friends see a clumsy but strange girl who loves to have fun and laugh. I always am labeled by something, by someone. But really, who has the right to say who I am?
I am whatever I want to be. I am a writer. I am a clutz. I am a student. I am a girlfriend. I am a daughter and a sister. I am me.
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