About Me

There was a girl who was extremely shy and would rarely talk to someone she didn’t know. She would simply stare up with her innocent eyes while clinging onto her mother-her mind constantly racing, but her mouth never moving.
There was a girl who started to dance and ended up falling in love with it. She may not be able to speak in front of a crowd, but she could certainly dance her heart out for an audience. She wasn’t the best at it, but she still loved it. It made her feel special, like maybe she could actually make something of herself in the world.
There was a girl who danced, but couldn’t break out of her shell. She was still shy, and quiet, and a nervous wreck during presentations. The feeling of being special slowly began to fade as her shyness continues to grow.
There is a girl who, throughout the years, still can;t find herself. She still loves dance, but she no longer loves the feeling of performing. She is beginning to lose interest in things that she was once so interested in. She feels stripped of her identity, but she doesn’t know how to get it back, or if she ever really had one at all.
There is a girl who gave up the one thing that made her feel special, and now feels nothing but emptiness. She doesn’t know where she belongs or who she is, so she lives each day searching for herself. Her shyness prevents her from trying new things and exploring herself, who knows how long she’ll be searching.
There is a girl who doesn’t know how to face life while her friends are off finding themselves, doing amazing things. They support and help her as much as they can, but they can never truly understand how she feels.
There is a girl who still doesn’t know how to properly convey her feelings, so she suffers with her dark thoughts alone. She has her family, and a few close friends doing their best to help, yet she still feels like she has no one.
There is a girl who doesn’t even know herself, so how could she expect someone else to?

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