Things are not always as they seem.

That girl. 

She doesn't care who you are, or where you are from, 

She doesn't care if you are gay or straight or fat or thin, 

She doesn't care if you are a little bit strange or not always rational. 

She doesn't judge, but will tell you her opinion straight up. 

She will always help her mates, even if its dragging herself out of bed at 4 am, catching taxis across town to look after a sick friend or spending an hour on the phone while you spill your heart. 

She doesn't ask for help, even when she is desperate. 

She is proud. 

She is happy and positive. 

She walks into a room and makes it her own. 

She loves to dance and make new friends. 

She comes in like a hurricane, making sure to leave her mark. 

Things have not always been perfect, they still are not. 

Her house is always a mess. 

She runs out of money, 

She is moody and temperamental. 

She was always a little bit different. 

This girl is me. 

Ive just turned 20. 

I have my own unit on the gold coast. 

I wish i could find my place in the working world. 

I have a few AMAZING friends. 

Since i have all this spare time, and lots of thoughts, i thought id share a piece of my mind with all you lovely strangers. 

Hold on, this is going to be one hell of a tale!