Strange Bird,

Nothing about us is important. Nothing is worth sharing. Interesting does not equal important.

I think I crave attention. I do things sometims just because I want people to know I exsist. Loud noises. Stupid styles. Notice me.
I think it’s because my sister was always loud, and I was always silenced by her. A quiet voice in the background. My parents know so much about my sister’s life. All they know about mine is that I go to school everyday. I draw depressing things.
But I guess I don’t know the intimate details of their lives either. So maybe, we will all stay in our bubbles.