CW@02/2019

My name is Sherry. At least that is what people around me calls me. Sherry is such a different person compared to me. She is happy and popular while I am timid and selfish. Sherry smiles a lot but I don’t particularly like it. Sherry loves to participate a lot. However, I only want to sit in the corner. Sherry hates bugs. I love them. Sherry adores makeup. Yet I like burying myself in books. I want to kill Sherry. Though she sticks on me like concrete. Sherry locks me in a room when we are with some else. Sherry this, Sherry that... Sherry is slowly devouring me. I want to stop her for once and for all. I started to lose the smile, threw away the makeup, and going in my way. Soon Sherry will be gone replaced by me.