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Hey, I'm Sandra. Hope you start reading me, I've always got a thought or two on my mind. Let me introduce myself.

Okay, so I'm this normal girl, or at least I think. I do well in school, but I'm not the best. I love art and writing, but I can always name several people who shine over me. I'm not very social and a little awkward in situations that include small-talk kinda stuff. I like to keep to myself. I don't like to go out. I can play the guitar, but not well. I know the lyrics to a million songs. I have the normal teenage mentality, that no one understands me. I'm a deep thinker. I don't have more than one or two friends I really share everything with. Well, no. I don't ever share everything. There's always something.

So anyway, I'll probably word vomit on here. Or put on a short story I wrote. Or a poem. Or scan a nice drawing. I don't know, I just wonder if my thoughts entertain you.

So let me give you a poem of mine, see if you like me:

The Chicken And The Egg

I'm missing the feeling I once had,

And I won't rhyme this line with bad, mad, or sad,

For this isn’t a love story, nothing ever is,

Hey, what can I do, if you can't live your life with his?

It may soon eat me up, take away all the pain,

Soon he'll be at my heels, he'll save me from the rain,

I want to see him happy, but see him by my side,

It’s not his love that cheated me, it’s to me that I lied.

I know that he tries, I know he can't deal,

But give me a hint, let me take the wheel!

It’s just. . .I want to see him so bad tonight,

To look him in the eyes and prove everything was right,

I want him to hug my waist give me another chance,

They may be waiting for me out there, but I want his hand,

I can't get enough, he’s my true only drive,

I’m trying to not be annoying, but his kiss keeps me alive,

I don’t want to be forgotten, I guess that's my point,

And if I'm still in love with him, we shouldn't stay joint.

I have to stop grabbing his hand and taking him from himself,

But I'll always be there to guide him, the advice book on his shelf.

I hope you found this him, ‘cause he’s all that I knew,

I don’t think it comes to a surprise, that baby, it’s you,

But, well, that’s it for now, I’m guyless again,

I'm like the chicken and the egg,

Not sure how it started,

But I’ll never end.

Thanks (: