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Miss Unidentified is a normal girl in a normal world. But normal is only a relative word.
Some parts of her stories are mundane- some parts are insane. She usually just rambles but some times you can relate to her.

She's headed to Europe. Promised a bright future and a perfect place for romance- but she conjures impossible disasters whenever the chance presents itsself. The why and the how unfold in a series of flashbacks and foresights.Join on the journey as she disasters her way to success.

(Warning: explicity ungrammar_ly content lower all( I mean All) literature standards you got and treat it as something you stumbled in to your fourteen year old little sister's room)

The Adventures of Miss Unidentified

A black hooded figure...on the side of the street...watching a bus unload a double deck full of drunk freshers...and seniors...probably.


As I stood there, the bus driver.came out of the bus and told me that he will take me to the other campus because he doesn't want to leave me stranded in the middle of the street- at midnight....which was really nice of him. I went to the upper deck,  this time by the suggestion of the driver,  lower deck was a mess with someone's stomach juice.  He picked up more students along the way and took us all the way home, although,  he mentioned, his shift has ended an hour ago.


I think he took pity on us, the non_partying kids. 


We all roasted one another for a terrible planning where almost everyone missed the fireworks because they were stuck in traffic, (except me who didn't have a car and took the bus, got off halfway and walked to the festival with my roommates,) those who smoked,  smoked, and those who didn't smoke  played cards...and at some point we went hunting for restaurants..


Where  I wasted money over food I didn't eat and drinks I insisted I pay for...even when the cashier said it was free(yes yes, I was an idiot) . After that they lined up to get in to a party and I ....scurried away because....well...I'm scared ....of parties, of proximity with people...in a confined space...in a loud place ...under the effect of....well-who knows what they've had for dinner.


In being with them last night, I think I grew apart from them....when they asked me to drink and I grabbed a diet coke, and when they asked me to smoke and I turned it town. I saw Three pairs of love birds there...and three third wheels, so I guess it was well ballanced truck of good time-three three wheel drives!


It's been 50 days here, and what glorious 50 days they had been. 


I thought this new world...would keep me out of my head long enough. Fifty days....was not bad.


Asia had lasted 90 days, and even though this is a new place as well, it is a second adventure...so well...you get what I mean...


One night out and I lost sense of belonging O feel like burying my head under a pillow and not leaving my room for 30 days.


This sounds like one of the opening chapters of this book.


Would I care for anyone enough over all my insecurites and fear of attachments?


It's the sea that calls to me, the trees that comfort me, the birds that I wanna speak to,  the wind that I wanna feel. 


It is with these non-human things I feel at peace . 


I...am about to hide in my head again. 


My head. ..where I lived. ...my entire life. 


My head that I dared not fully explore...lest the society  put me in a mental hospital...as my parents watched.


My head- that had grandest halls and deepest slums, valleys of fire and seas of passion,


my head- which is just  as beautiful and. dangerous just as plain and outright nasty


My head. ...that I've closed curtains on for two decades...in fear of the world with in. 


Chapter 29:Mismatch