Careless, ruthless and rotten. I hear those adjectives everyday, when I first wake up I tell them to myself just to remind me who I am, i’m lonely and mean, i’m a beautiful chaos from the confines of the world living on a conformist society. Everyone loves calm, peace and quietness, that’s boring. People seemed to forget what does fun means, that’s why I’m here, as a reminder.

I’m the rebel child, an avaricious girl who got everything she wanted from her daddy, the girl who didn’t fit into this comfort they all looked for, the girl who wants more without caring what it takes.

I remember the first day of GCSE, how everyone got in pairs and groups with strangers, I wasn’t interested honestly, they all seemed pathetic.

Then the teacher asked about our names, hobbies, holidays and about our life goals.

- I want to be a doctor - a girl said.

- I want to have a family - other pronounced.

- I want everything, I want to live for myself - everyone started laughing when I spoke up, everyone but one blonde girl, Sarah.

The girl reached me on the hallway.

- You sound rude - she told me -, I liked that.

I didn’t responded, there was no need to have any circumstancial friends.

I like to remember this day in particular, the only day I had the chance to like someone but I just refused and closed my soul so nobody could ever take the poison it has inside.