I'm a dreamer, I can't stand reality. I feel like I'm changing everyday. Every morning when I wake up, my eyes perceive something new. Something that wasn't there the day before. I'm still looking for myself. I feel jaded most of the time, I've had to deal with too much in too little time. For me, a 'normal' day is uncomfortable. I like balance, I want just as much evil in my life as I want good.

I'm not a slave to God or religion. And I don't care to follow society's idea of 'right' & 'wrong'. Yea, I suppose I'm stubborn.

There are people that don't like me, and I put them into two categories. The Stupid and The Envious. The stupid will like me in five years. And the Envious will never like me, neither of them are worth my time.

I dislike how most of my guy friends act like friends just to lure me into a relationship. Not going to happen, I love Matthew, that's all there is to it.

I have addictions and bad habits, it's complicated. I don't care if you agree or not.

I'm a walking contradiction, what I lack in logic I make up for in honesty. And I'm insecure, no amount of words will fix that. Just time, maybe.

I try to look my best, only to see how much of a failure I am. Love me for who I will never become, love me for the woman I'm not. I know everyone has flaws, mine are just a lot more noticable.

I can't give you a conclusion on myself. The pages are still being written of who I am, there may be running ink, mispelled words, maybe even mess-ups. But it's my story and it will never be perfectly complete.

60s-90s music. Nirvana, Madonna.

Edward Scissorhands, Breakfast Club.

King of Queens, Will & Grace.

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