i’m samantha irene duarte. i’m a dreamer. every word that spills from my mouth will either fascinate you, or disgust you. there’s no in-betweens. ’ve raised myself. i’ve matured at my own pace. i never really had anyone that understood me, or that has been there for me 100 percent of the time. since i was eight years old, i’ve kept my own feet on the ground. i aspire to be someone, though i have no clue in which direction i’m headed. i’m not really good at anything, and i don’t fit in anywhere. my friends secretly hate me, and i don’t blame them. i always jump to the worst of conclusions, and i’m damn good at it. i have the worst of luck, & the scariest thoughts. despite my hard outer shell, i have more fears than your four year old sister. i fear dying alone & being soon forgotten. i fear falling asleep and forgetting to breathe. i used to fear myself. & for that time, the smile that i once forced upon my lips becomes real. i’ve learned how to appreciate life, & to live for the moment. sometimes, i just go outside & look up at the sky, & it brings tears to my eyes every time. not because of the pollen, but because the sun is shining so bright. life is beautiful. everything about it. & even after everything i’ve been through (or put myself though for that matter), i wouldn’t trade lives with anyone in the world, not even for a day. all i really know, is that i want to get out of this sorry excuse for a town. i want to go somewhere. i want to be someone. i want to do SOMETHING. because i refuse to just take up oxygen.

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