for the fact that no one would stop me. ha, no way.

I can rip anything, rule everything, beat anyone,

for I am a dreamer.

I may be strong, fierce, and fearless,

for I am alone.

I laugh out loud, shout my heart out, & blow my lungs,

for I am happy, happier than most of you.

I do anything I desire, show something that screams my name,

for I am a personality.

I do things differently, speak sarcasm, and tell fairy tales,

for I am not you.

Let's say I'm a child. A mere child. And this is a child-play. A drama. And I'm an actress, for I am not the director. I've been acting for the whole life, dove too deep in the scenarios. Believing what my heart wants me to be. A fragile being with an iron cover. The one you know everyday. Believe me not, this is not autism.

Role-playing without costumes. It went fun as far as I know. But it's anti-climax, non-stop fun. What's thrilling? Nothing, I am searching for some serious fun. The word 'boring' seems so arrogant, for there are a lot of children that dreams to have days like me. Drama days, no, normal days. Days that are normal, exactly. Without wars, blood, poison-gasses, and bullets. Days when you can still whistle and walk like half-dancing around. Perfect, isn't it?

Everything went good, great, amazing, awesome, normal. I want to tell you about the ironic part in my normal days, but unfortunately, I don't feel like it. It's quite boring so, yeah. I only want to avoid any misunderstanding here. heheh. And by the way, yes, this is the me you knew everyday that would make a very-wide smile and say thank you repeatedly for things you've done to me. Copy-Paste-ing would be a shame on me.

Hate me not, for I don't hate you, until the very limit.

And Fairfarren,

Kinan