I don't understand other people. Why don't they think of something and say "I need to write that"? Why don't they listen to music and dance? How do you sit there and not sing along? Why are we so different? At the same time, I love it. Because it gives me a purpose to be different and enjoy everyone's differences. We're all different. We're all weird. We're all unique.
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Inside the Mind of a Teenage Author
RandomDifferent entries of my personal writing binder, released to Wattpad. Full of short passages inspired by my life and the lives of those around me, but mostly, from my imagination. Just inside the mind of the teenage author, Madi.
