Hello. I know very few of you will probably not read my profile, but I am just going to write it anyway. I am Midnight Dance 16. I love My Little Pony, Ducktales, Voltron and How to Train Your Dragon. I am a pansexual 16 year old that has a few close friends and frequently break her phone. I sometimes feel insecure about myself and I go to writing. Fanfiction means a lot to me, so I hope you like mine.
I am that girl, the one who likes book more than boys. The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy. The one who always wonders what she did wrong. The one who writes to escape. The one who just wants to help. The one that really wants to make a difference. The one that sticks to her values. The one that refuses to believe that this is it. The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow. I am the girl...that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on Instagram or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.
But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do anymore, who loves and is obsessed with what she loves and is obsessed with, who can express herself better with words than with words, and knows the importance of the little things.
Most of my friends think I am autistic, but I don't really want to find out if I am.
That boy you made fun of today in class? He killed himself a few minutes ago. That girl you called dumb? She has dyslexia. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. That woman you called bald? She has cancer. That kid you called bald? He has cancer too. That man you laughed at for having scars on his face? He fought for our country. That boy you punched in the hallway? He's already abused at home. That child you called retarded for being in a wheelchair? He risked his life to save a four-year-old. That boy you laughed at for crying? His mother died in the hospital.
You think you know them? Wrong, you don't.
97% of you will ignore this, but 3% will copy and paste this. That 3 % have a heart
I might not update a lot due to the stress of high school.
It would also be nice if you would review my stories. Thank you if you do.