Toungue tied

There's a certain kind of feeling I get, when I walk out in the bitter cold and realize that I feel like one of the characters in my book. It's a cool feeling, because I feel different, I feel out of my element, I feel unique and weird for once. I'm starting to accept that not everyone is going to offer me things because they like me, not everybody likes me and I don't like everybody. It all works out that way. I'm also starting to accept that I'm sort of different from everyone else. I don't like the same things someone my age, especially a 17 year old girl would like. I feel like an individual because I don't have to listen to you, or him. I can make my own decisions without you digging at my brain looking for the answer you want. I don't want to answer you, I'm drawing a blank. When I look at you, all I see is a white face with no physical features. No eyeballs, no mouth to talk from, no nose to breathe from and smell the paper I'm burning. I like you better this way, It's a good look for you, beautiful.