She cherished everything that was old. To be completely honest it really looked like she was born 50 years to late. The 60s and the 70s were the times where her mentality got stuck. If you asked her she would never admit it. She would just reply with an answer that her taste isn't vintage, but exquisite.
Her passion was art. It made her think, discover the secrets of human nature and more importantly.. it made her feel again.
Her reactions, ideas and thoughts were often pretty extravagant.
But there was a small problem.. She wasn't sure anymore if she was always special or she chose to become that. You know, on one hand she hated being a freak, but on the other hand her biggest fear was to be normal or boring. She was a living paradox.
The only bad thing about being special is that nobody gets you.. at least not really. It wasn't that she didn't have friends. She actually had quite a lot of them and a few really good ones that she trusted, but her soul was lonely. Form the start she tried to explain them her views on the world and interest, but after time she just gave up. They just weren't like her and they didn't understand her. She was sadly far more complicated and she accepted that they aren't like her. At least not really.
Until..
She met that person. That special human being that she agreed with just perfectly. ..and made her feel again. ..and made her believe in humanity again.
Would it be posible that the 'freak' is finally in love for the first time? Or more importantly.. Is she really capable to feel happiness?
We'll see.
I'm probably just another fucked up teenage girl.
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