Today (well, technically yesterday now) was interesting, it was an average boxing day, until we we’re walking through a busy town and i saw a homeless person.
It’s not a common thing in that area and it scared me a bit. Because all i could think was ‘What if that were me?’
They were young, and they we’re a girl (I think). And i felt horrible, it was freezing out and they were huddled in a door way, head down, ignoring everything. I can’t imaging what it’d be like to be in their shoes…
Sorry, it just scared me a bit.

From C-

An introduction is in order I think, it’s always best to start at the beginning.
I’m not average, in any way, shape or mindset. Let’s get that clear.
But then again, is anyone normal? You can’t define it.
Okay? so i’ll amend that. I’m not ideal, in any way, shape or mindset.
I’m slightly messed up, Not in a psychotic “Let me choke you because I love you so much that I want to kill you!” and not in a ‘stuffing dead cats’ kinda way. But in the normal, teenage way. Of course i feel the same way every other teenager does. I feel like I don’t fit in, that I’m too big and sometimes I feel like everyone’s just laughing at me. But I survive! Isn’t that what life is for really?
I’m just rambling now. I feel like having a name, beyond ‘her’.
It’s got to be a nice name.
I’m going to be Candace. That is my new name.
So, about me;
I’m the kind of girl who would rather spend new years eve watching pokemon with her father and brothers than getting ‘wasted’ with her ‘friends’.
I’m the kind of girl who would rather play minecraft than go shopping.
I’m the kind of girl who would rather watch anime all night than study for her tests.
But I’m the kind of girl who’s determined to reach my goals unlike the all the other identical, stuck up bimbo’s in my school.
And you know what? That’s refreshing in this chav filled age.

-Bye, Candace.-