In my head everything is a journey. As I sit in the back of the car on the way to school I just think, I don’t sing or chat, I just sit like a sloth, silent and still.When, I read I just take the story in, I don’t wait and pretend because I find it boring, I imagine and believe every word. Before I say something I think about if I should say it or not, I am as thoughtful as a tiger, knowing when to pounce and when not to. In my head I believe everything people say but soul does not. I wish I could stand up to say what I think when something isn’t right but I don’t have the confidence and courage. All I ever do is believe.