dear_

To anyone;
I know none of this really matters, but I think a lot.

I find that I'm a strange person.

I'm not really quite anything in particular.

I'm this, I'm that.

I'm very mature, but often childlike.

I'm a pessimist that tries to act like an optimist.

I'm intelligent, though sometimes do stupid things.

I'm often deep and contemplative, though I can be brash and impulsive.

My thoughts travel at a million miles a second, and though I often feel as though I'm an emotional wreck I've been told I'm a strong person. I mercilessly tease those who I have affection for. Sometimes I feel worthless, and sometimes I feel that I deserve so much more than this world can give me. I wish I could control the way I felt about people, and sometimes I wish truly being a bitch was something that came easier to me. I can be brutally honest, but hurting someone's feelings when I care about them is crushing. I hate lying and I hate liars.

I am the most graceful clumsy person you have ever seen; I catch what I drop and I don't fall when I trip.

Nearly everything is interesting in some way.

I often sit and stare at things just because I think they're interesting or beautiful or even just because I want to study the way the light reflects on the surface.

My heart and my trust have been crushed into tiny little pieces, and though I've tried to glue it all back together you can still see the cracks.

Cry-baby, pimp, ninja, villain, nurse, pirate, jedi, bitch, lover, warrior.

I'm a little bit of everything, and a little bit more.

Yep.