Bianca

Mostly I want to keep things to myself, and absolutely my taste for fashion would be a pain-in-the-butt thing. I'm always ignored. (Hey, I'm not being melodramatic here.)But I'm used to that. happy, actually, that no one took notice when I stumble or trip a gazillion times. Well, okay, I just grimaced if someone bothers to laugh or even smirk at me. So I spend most of my time reading books and imagining and reading again. I'm good at school, but not on top of things. The athletic or sporty side is way definitely out of the coverage. Usually what I read, see, watch, think or understand easily influences or affects me. Even if its just only out of my stupid curiosity. It falls on the category whether it is physical or psychological. You get the picture. I'm a person of few words. I'd like to be the intent and good listener rather than the adviser one. I'm afraid that I might just shriek at their faces. But anyhow, I'm a good friend. I'm not so good also at being an enemy, but to have a mind such as I have, I'd have ripped your body and burn it into pieces. I'm into the do-it-in-a-brutal-way thing. You get again the picture. *As a human, I'd never been best at anything. I was okay at dealing with my mom, but probably lots of people could have done better. I was a good student, but never the top of the class. Obviously, I could be counted out of anything athletic. Not artistic or musical, no particular talents to brag of. Nobody ever gave away a trophy for reading books, thank you very much. Ha ha. After eighteen years of mediocrity, I was pretty used to being an average. I realized now that I'd long ago given up any aspirations of shining at anything. I just did the best with what I had, never quite fitting into my world.* :)