My parents gifted me with the name Katrina Michelle on April 9, 1989. Named after my father and my grandmother, I have felt for a while that I am not entirely my own person. I am unique in my own way, but aren't we technically all the same? I have a high threshold for physical pain, and an extremely low threshold for emotional pain. The majority of the time, I feel alone, even when in a crowded room. I feel as if no one really sees me, and if they do see it me they pretend not to. Maybe I'm the girl no one wants to see, or maybe I'm the girl no one wants to be. I am an open-minded, creative person. I usually spend most of my time with my head in the clouds, and I often wish I could just live there. I spout off about anything that I am opinionated about, without any regard to peoples' feelings. I am brutally honest, and sometimes that hurts. I live in my own world, because rarely anything in the real world is good enough, or safe enough, for me. I am a genuinely picky person. I don't want to be just another clone. I don't dress to impress, and I don't pretend to like things (or dislike them) in order to gain attention or force people to like me. I am a loner by nature, not by choice. I have made mistakes in my past that I have to live with. I accept the things I cannot do anything about, and fight with everything I have for the things and people I care for.