I've given up the whole portfolio thing, and probably am just going to go with the floww.
a little writing here, photography there, and drawings.
something like that?


What am I?She slammed her fist on the table. Why cant they accept for who I am? she hissed in her mind, trying to decipher everything. Were her actions in vain? Or were they not good enough? Biting her lower lip, she simply crossed her arms and closed her eyes. What does it take a girl to get accepted into society, or at least have friends who would call her? Its been a couple of days since she heard her cell phone ring. Sure, it rang sometimes, but the people who called were just her family. Where were her so called friends?What am I?
Picking up the handheld device, she clutched it and brought it closer to her chest. If she
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TAGGED. >^>
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