GlamazonianGirl345
Who Am I?
I am not your average high school freshman.
I wonder sometimes if perhaps I am biting off more than I can chew.
I hear 300 covers and counting of "The Rainbow Connection" playing in the background, as I labor on my business-, cosmetics-, fashion-, and stock-market-related irons in the fire.
I see all of my mentor texts, notebooks, papers, and pens sprawled out on my "office" floor, just waiting to be put to use and written in/on/with.
I am not your average high school freshman.
I pretend that my stuffed animals are biotic organisms who are amenable to my ideas and opinions.
I feel warm and safe at school, engaging in various functions and interacting with my many sisters, so to speak.
I touch the cosmetics that are abound at Sephora and Ulta, marveling at their intricacies and their whole assortment of colors and finishes.
I worry about the consequences of every action I perform and every word that escapes from my mouth.
I cry when it feels like society is my antagonist and I'm the protagonist, with no deuteragonist to trek through the troubled waters of life alongside me.
I am not your average high school freshman.
I understand that the most important things in life aren't easy; they're hard.
I say to my brothers and sisters before that I wish them a good day; that I look forward to speaking to them soon; and that I love them unconditionally.
I dream everyday that through building my own empire from scratch; creating content on social media; and the written word, I will successfully enlighten the exoteric population about the inner machinations of my passion projects.
I try to participate in as many projects as I can and assisting in the fomentation and growth of them.
I hope I will leave this world a better place than I found it.
I am not your average high school freshman.