I'm in love with someone who doesn't even know who I am. It's sad, but I've learnt to deal with it.

I'm obsessed with some people who aren't even real, and hopefully one day I'll be creating characters who people feel the same way about.

To anyone who is talking about me behind my back, you are in a good position to. Kiss. My. Ass.

Based on how I react when toast pops outta the toaster. I will never look cool walking away from an explotion.

I still get very high and low in life. Daily. But I've finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don't have to hide it, nor do I have to fix it.
I'm. Not. Broken.