You would like to know my name? Why would you care for it? What if I had no name...? It just so happens that I do have a name, but I will not tell you. I can tell you what you may call me though, would you like that? You may call me Emmy, I would like that very much. I can tell you a few more things about me, would you like that? Alright. Here I go.
I'm twelve years of age, and on March sixth, it will be my thirteenth year among the living. My favourite colour is blue, and my favourite shade is an extremely light grey that almost looks white. My nationality is Vietnamese, so I'm Asian. Um... I think my blood type is B... I don't know. I have wavy black hair with natural white highlights that don't really stand out. Honestly, I want blue ones. I also wear contacts and glasses, clear contacts, and a maroon rimmed pair of glasses. I think my eye degrees are Left - -2.25, Right - -2.75. It might be the other way around. By the way, my eye colour is dark brown.
That's all I'll put in my message to you. Have a nice life!
I thought I knew so much about life and love... I was so wrong... I really was. I thought I was someone special... someone who stood out, who was more than just an average kid. But I'm not that different or special or anything... I'm just a person who wishes she was something more than what she is.
I used to be something more than a twelve year old girl. I used to be a person who people could talk to about their problems and recieve help from. I used to be someone who was smart... Someone who understood about things. But now... My friends don't even talk to me about their problems... they talk to their other friends and don't bother with me... Really. I'm just a little girl who can't help because no one things she can. And maybe they're right. Maybe I'm to weak to help them. God knows, not me.
I don't think I'm ever myself... around anyway... I'm always pretending... Living up to the reputation I gave myself... The classical gothic, punkish bitch at school... the 'Deep understanding' one online... Really. No one knows how I really am... No one really wants to know either... I can tell... The only reason I have 'friends' is because those people just want someone to listen to them... that's all.