Introverted, and Extroverted, I’ve tried them both. For the first 9 years of this pathetic like of mine, I’ve acted so carefree. The last 4 years, I sat in a corner quietly. Even so I’m always hated. I wish to be liberated. To voice my thoughts aloud, to paint my feelings wildly! I’ve wished upon many a star, yet these chains that bind me cease to loosen. Oh how I anticipate the day when that which binds me, and soar away into the night!