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My name is Roselle. I’m screaming and you can’t hear a single word.

I’m fifteen years old, but I feel so much younger. I’m a sophomore at a high school somewhere in Ontario, Canada. I’m not the kind of girl that guys fall in love with.

I attach myself so strongly to people; when they’re gone, a part of me is too. That’s just the kind of person I am. Once you’re in my heart, you’re there forever.

I write. I fall in love with words easier than I fall in love with people.

I like long drives in the summer. I like dancing around my room to the blaring music on my stereo. I like the sound of the rain against my window at night. I like hot chocolate with too many marshmallows and snowflakes stuck to eyelashes. I like collarbones, novels, hazel eyes, jellyfish, old records, piercings, The Powerpuff Girls, bellybuttons, horror movies, bracelets, polaroids, tattoos, cameras and dandelions. I like that wrinkle people get between their eyebrows when they concentrate. I like how the night sky is sometimes that magical dark shade of purple. I like feeling the summer grass beneath my bare feet. I like how every star looks different. I like change.

“She wasn’t bitter. She was sad though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.”
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I have yet to find myself.