i'm not smart.
i don't pretend to be. i latch on to things that interest me and try and master them.
i have a way with words.
i can write eloquently; it's a gift. i had a professor in college ask me if i ever revised my papers and i bluntly told him no. he said that i shouldn't, that i was a natural writer.
it's strange to me that i'm not smart.
i don't think of myself as unintelligent, nor do i say such things for needs of attention. nonetheless, i would classify myself as someone who has mediocre smarts for mediocre things.
the fact that i say 'things' gives this away.
i was made fun of a lot as a child, and rather than try and be the smart girl, i was the funny girl. but what isn't funny about that is that i'm not taken seriously. friends would expect me to write with more humor i suppose.
i'm not a girl interested in being a certain person. i love many things like most people in life do. i'm not interested in conforming to a particular shade. i'm confident in who i am and the person i want to be; the mark i want to leave on this world. i don't want to leave this world without leaving my mark.
i'm not a princess. everyone likes to be catered to, but i've been taught to be self sufficient. i can't be that helpless girl that someone needs to save, even though i frequently need saving. i was raised like a child by my mother and like an employee of my father. i maintain these two stances.
contrary to the way i present myself five days a week, i'd rather be closer to the earth. i'd rather live in a field with fresh air. contrary to most kids my age, i'd rather live in a house, with a porch.
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