My Story

This is the story of me.

I have been loved and cherised all my life, with alot of people giving me wants and needs. I always considered myself to have alot of freinds, but I'm slowly realizing I don't.

Sure, people talk to me, and be nice, but only when their 'better freinds' aren't there.

Everyone already seems to have a group, and I'm stuck on my own- I don't fit into any groups. I've always concidered myself a nerd, but now as I go to a bigger school I notice that I'm not even close to being one- I'm not as smart as I thought.

I try talking to other Harry Potter lovers, but I normaly don't talk with people for longer than a few minutes.

This type of lonlieness is the worst- I'm alone in a group of people. I really only have one true freind at school, and she admits that we aren't best freinds. We don't even have the same lunch!

I'm not asking for pity, I'm really just describing how much Prose means to me. I'm scared about the real world, but Prose always makes me happy. It's a positive place where I can do my two favorite things- reading and writing! I can make people's days by commenting on their posts, and every like, repost, follower, and freindly comment I get makes me just a little bit happier.

It's also great to make others happy. It's not as sappy and cheesy as we all thought- it's real! I enjoy coming up with positive comments and encouragment for other aspiring writers. I love using complementary critism to help others get better. I love people saying thank you- it's the best reward I can have.

So, thank you, everyone.

Thank you for building my happy place.