Blame it on my own sick pride.

Reem. I'm probably someone who I shouldn't be. You don't know me, not really. Everyday is just another challenge. "This moment will just be another story someday." Love me or hate me. It's up to you to decide that. "Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad." I might be someone you may never remember, but never underestimate how I might remember you. Everyone is special to me, in their own way. You may leave a big imprint in me, just by the smallest things you may do. I am just another girl, who likes to pretend she lives in a world of fantasy. I distance myself from reality. I've created a barrier between the worlds you and I live in. But that's okay. I love each and every person who is reading this right now, because everyone deserves to be loved (even if you may not agree with me). You can argue all you want about how you don't deserve the life you have because you've done terrible things in the past, but I have a heart, to love you with, and I have arms, to hug you and tell you everything is going to be okay, tell you that you're special in your own way and you deserve everything in the world.