our eyes are made of glass
I am stubborn. I am a rash thinker. I do things at spur of the moment. I rarely think of the consequences. I take everything with a grain of salt. I will think you're sarcastic before you're sincere. I will say one thing and do another. I will hate what I see and do nothing, and hate it even more. I will listen to music as loud as I can for long durations of time just to create a feeling of being trapped in a moment, no time or space. I will walk bare foot in the grass while closing my eyes just to remember a snapshot of what it felt like to be 9 years old. I will constantly scrutinize every past action and link them to where I am today, and continually change the facts to create new outcomes. I will pretend not to care, when it means the world to me. I act like my skin is 6" thick, when it's more like 1. I am constantly trying to establish myself and define a sense of self worth. I like making lemonade in the summer. I like reading books, lots of books. I miss my dog and the tree in my backyard. I scrutinize everything. I self criticize way too much. I doubt the character of most people. I like watching old Nick at Nite re-runs. I love shark week on the discovery channel. I wish people saw me for who I am than the image they see. I want to travel. I want to get out of this town, but do nothing to further myself away. I hate money, but love what it can provide. I would pick a good conversation over a party any day. I think seeing your reflection in someone else's eyes is one of the most beautiful things there is. I prefer sunsets to sunrises, but can settle for either one. I realize now that there will be only a few people that will truly impact my life, and I'd like to think that I've found one. I am too quick to please. I enjoy black and white movies. I will be fluent in french and italian one day. I get depressed easily, but show it rarely. I am constantly scrutinizing over the thought of true happiness and what it is. Relationships scar me, but teach me valuable lessons about myself. I put up walls, and rarely take them down. Looking at stars clears my head. I can be an insomniac for days at a time. I prefer regular mac and cheese to easy mac. I love antiques. I love fashion. I love painting. I really like animals of all kinds, but hate spiders. I miss my friends I used to have, but realize that it would never be the same if we were to try now. I am open to change but dwell in the past. I find intelligence the biggest turn on. I love music from the 1920s. I prefer The Cure to The Smiths. I love to laugh. I like driving with my window down so I can put my hand out the window and touch the wind. I love swinging. I have realized that you can't make yourself do/feel/accept anything if you don't really want to. I've had a near death experience, and I never got that snapshot of life feeling. I get anxious and pace around. I really enjoy existentialism and philosophy. I've just recently started reading about post modernism and found it's really interesting. I love going on roadtrips. I love the ocean and will live by it one day. I miss my grandma and watching her long fingers holding a paintbrush while she created something out of her mind. I miss the smell of my grandpa's tobacco pipe. I don't have regular eating habits. I'm a caffeine addict. I chew gum constantly. I get random flashbacks of childhood sometimes. I've realized that my family is everything I need. Heartache only makes you stronger. Whenever I have a bad day there is this one memory I always go back to that never fails to make me smile. I love the feeling of sand between my toes. I like fireworks. I am scared to grow up but excited to be independent. I get really nervous and shy around boys I like, when I'm usually loud and out-going. I have 3 tattoos, and they're nothing to brag about. I think most people want to grow up too fast. If I could have any car it'd be an old corvette or a 67' fast back mustang. I love my dad more than anything in the world. My little brother teaches me so much, and he is the little brother. I like to think of my life as a garden, in which I pick the weeds and continue to grow.