Uncommonly Me.

T. F. S.

Commonly,

T. Surrey.

Bibliophile, guilty of epeolatry, logophile.

Struggling, hungry for success. Succeeding.

Hiding behind many pen names- never revealing which is truth.

Flashback, life story.

First grade.

Private school. Sleeping in class. Handmade planet bracelets. Studying the states. Books.

Second grade. 

Science. Wonder. Purity. Bliss. Sands from around the globe. Ostrich eggs. Dog drawing.

Third grade.

Anxiety. Screaming. Cruel words daily whispered to me by my teacher. Hair loss. Tears.

Fourth grade.

Social anxiety. Pokémon cards. Books. Multiplication. Vocab lists. Drawing.

Fifth grade.

Public school. Loud-mouthed. Sarcasm. Zebras. Private school. Anxiety. Loathing. Draw.

Middle school.

Blurry. Smelly. Edgy. Emo. Punk rock. Books. Instruments. Social anxiety.

And,

From then on, 

high school and forward, 

was the same.

Heavy sarcasm. Computer programming. Writing. Ukulele. Electric guitar. Books.

But,

What does this make me? Who am I?

Fairly average height?

Skinny, gangly?

Dirty blonde hair?

Glasses and blue eyes?

No-

Genetics made that.

Experiences made me

Thick skinned,

Loud,

An introvert who plays an extrovert to avoid being bothered,

Artsy,

Geeky,

Socially anxious, but less so than before,

Constantly laughing,

Constantly reading, 

Constantly writing,

Constantly smiling

Constantly loving,

Constantly spreading joy.

I am T. F. S.

Commonly, T. Surrey, uncommonly me.