Sometimes I pity myself for not being typical to one of those girls. They’re cutey and giggly and stuffs. While the other girls are screaming, talking, and clapping on those dancing asian guys (not to be racist and all), I’ll probably sitting on the back of the class, taking 2 seats or 3 just for myself, reading a book and putting the music player on shuffle, with uncombed hair and lousy face. Those other girls, and the rest of the people might find me emotionally or mentally disturbed. But I kind of like myself that way, just to know that I’m slightly different on the mind, yet emanating the typical astral physicals as they do.