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I hate metal music. I love cats. Sometimes I'm a bitch. Sometimes I'm not. I don't really care what other people think, but sometimes i should. I fall asleep to easily. I always end up wanting people it's impossible for me to have. And then when it's possible for me to have them, i get over them. I hate wearing pant. I can't study unless my room is clean. I don't know what I will do if I don't get into an Ivy League. Sometimes I get this weird feelin like I'm watching myself from far away. And sometimes I don't like what I see. I want to write like Gregory Corso and Toni Morrison. Sometimes I feel underappreciated. I wish my life was a romantic comedy. I am on Facebook way too much. I like it when I wake up and I am bundled in a blanket ball. I love Passion Fruit tea with Boba. and double shot expressos. I hate the smell of gasoline, sharpie, and nail polish. Sometimes I laugh a lot for no reason. I like drawing things in dust with my finger. I say fuck too much. I procrastinate to no end. I hate being cold and I love it when the weather is so hot I feel like my skin is burning. Sometimes, if I read something particularly poignant, I think about it for the rest of my life. I want to visit every continent in the world. I love listening to other people laugh. One day I'm going to go to church and the gym regularly. I wish I had more convictions. Most times I don't know when to stop. I want to be a published author who tavels the world lending aid to underpriveleged children. I can't wait until second semester. Sometimes I have a weird urge to cut off all my hair. Sometimes people don't understand me...but sometimes, they do.