I am me. I like music, fashion, people. I have doubts. Many doubts. There is stuff I have no idea how to solve. I'm not sure where the finish line is. I believe that when science gets to its last word, then along comes God. I don't go to church often, but I do wanna learn how to pray. I think it's important for my soul. I think I should take care of my insides rather than just worrying about my outsides. I am a left-handed, and that always means sitting at the end of the table. I live in a world that clearly wasn't built for me. I am not a pet person, and I love surprises. I always thought clichés were part of everyday life, and I like when people still say "good morning" when they run into each other at the street. I hate to get the door, and I am not scared about earthquakes. I fall in love every 10 minutes. I always go for the white. And I like watching reps. I'm attracted to people with weird names, and I find it funny when people get mad. But never, never when people fall.
It's more of a problem now to wake up in the morning, it wasn't before that's for sure. I hate the definition for the word "insane"... eerybody's sane. Somehow. I think Dr. House is pretty annoying, and I don't think folks could keep up with such a boss. But that doesn't mean I couldn't fall in love with him. Because I could. I am afraid. I want to succeed in everything. I need light 24/7, even though I know that there's nothing in the dark that's not there in the light. Time keeps passing by, in circles... round and round. I wish I could counterclockwise myself to the time when I was born.
I am serious when I need to. I always look back in anger. I don't like revenge but I always fall around there. I am cocky, conceited, hard to please, I am 17 o'clock in the morning. I wear contacts, nonetheless my hurting eyes. My vision's always too short. Because I am scared about going big. I used to hate beard but now I think about it twice. I don't like flowers as much, they always carry insects with them. But I feel so good when someone gets me a bunch. In all these days, nobody respects anything. I call my mom the ugliest of things, and guys... well, most of all they just look for my boobs. Or my tiny butt. Whatever comes first to their mind.
Maybe the world is really falling apart. Or perhaps it's broken, since God knows when.
