I’m a victim of my own imagination.

For a pessimist I’m pretty optimistic.

I love love.

I dread decisions.

Moments when I feel like a teenager are weird for me.

I’m almost 19.

I don’t like when people make assumptions about me based on my age.

I regularly make schedules and to-do lists. I never follow them.

I’m a lot more aware than people give me credit for.

I get attached easily. I resent that.

I like traveling. I don’t get home sick. All I ever need are my favorite people.

I have a major sweet tooth. 

I like double negatives and commas.

I used biting words lightly. If you take it personal, that’s okay.

I’m impatient.

I feel like I’m a bad person. Because I know how much better I could be.

I love myself a lot more than I used to.

I enjoy making ambiguous statements. It’s even better if you understand them. 

I worry excessively.

I need more hugs.

I want to dreads. I have for the longest. I will get them one day.

I have OCD tendencies. They get annoying.

Chinese food, chocolate, pop rocks, sour gummy worms, and pina colada flavored Sobe make me really happy.

I was born in Oregon. Can’t wait to go back.

Booksbooksbooks.

I have trust issues. Go figure?

I want to be best friends with a Tibetan Fox.

I have a thing for jewelry, bathing suits, shoes, and purses.

You never want to go shopping with me.

I’m colder than I used to be. It sort of makes me sad. But because of it I sort of don’t really care.

I want a tattoo of a compass. And some words.

Gray is my favorite color.

Long live Converse.

Dance with me?

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