There's too much that I could right here and there's too little. I want to be in the middle, a grey smudge of perfection. Because, I don't want to write something meaningless just to attract. I want to write art. 

I want to be art.

I want someone to think of me not as the most beautiful girl in the world but the girl who makes the world the most beautiful. 

But, pessimists can't fall in love. 

So, as destiny has it, I must kiss the cold lips of loneliness. For that is all that is there for me.