I like the smell of wet pavement in the rain. I hate nights and I love bright morning light. I have an irrational hatred for the month July because every single disaster in my life has happened in that month..Ok, so maybe my hatred is a bit rational after all. I hate cold weather and runny noses and not being able to feel my limbs and being weighed down by endless layers of heavy clothes, and that's why I prefer summer to winter. I cannot begin to tell you how much I'm in love with non-realistic fiction books and fries. I would pick books over human company any day, week, month and year. I can never sleep anywhere other than my own bed. If scrambling eggs counts as cooking, then yes I can cook. And if shoving things wherever they will fit counts as cleaning then yes I can also clean. I don't think I'm funny. I do, however, think that I look bad in all my facebook pictures. I have a lot of goals, but I don't have enough determination to accomplish any of them. I need to be pushed in order to be productive and most of the time there's no one there to give me that extra push that I so desperately need. I'd like to think that maybe someday, I would muster up enough courage to leave everything behind and never look back. I'd like to think that maybe one day I would go to art galleries with someone I love, run there like total weirdos and leave the place before anyone catches us. I want to get lost on the road, discover places no one has ever been to. And maybe we could go to amusement parks, ride the roller coaster - and feel perfectly okay with screaming our lungs out with an ‘I love you’. I just want us to live everyday as spontaneous as it could get, be as happy as we could ever be, and maybe for the first time I’d end the day with an “Oh my god, I think this is what I have always been dreaming of. This is it. It’s true, I’m happy, and I swear I’m not asking for more.”