Constantly tired, sleepy, bored while I try to constantly cope with the fact that I will one day forget about Reeces Puffs, the 30 red bulls I just drank didn’t help.
Sometimes I worry that I'm not feeling enough about the world, but then I remember that I am utterly terrified of everything.
I act so caring, motherly, and tender to everyone, but deep down, I care so little, whatever it is, I pinky promise, I seriously do not give a shit.
I think in another life I could be a feral creature; I've got a peculiar recklessness and spontaneity that is similar to that of an undomesticated animal.
Sometimes I am a wild fey enchanting every life I touch; sometimes I am the hermit, hiding away from life and the world.
Who I am
I’m a kind hearted person someone who can just help if they give me the chance but I can also be cruel, not to others, to myself… it’s painful.
This is me
I am different and that is good, I see the world a different way, through imagination reading and books; I look for the good and I look for the bad, I do tell lies when needed but I like to thing of myself as truthful and I wish no harm to animals or anyone who does not wish me harm.
In short, I am tall; a contradictory person who will do anything to achive their goals while simultaneously never wanting to leave their bed, someone who loves to laugh but has a social battery that dies fast which is very unfortunate.