i believe that everyone has a story, but not everyone chooses to tell. i believe that you cannot truly live without a heart. i believe that living is different from feeling alive. i believe that everything can fade away.. but not necessarily disappear. i don’t believe in religion, but i understand their concepts. i think the most important thing to believe in is ourselves.

i’m scared of the future. but what i really want to be when i grow is happy. in whichever happiness i perceive that to be in that time. i want to be a profound writer. i want to be an artist, a singer, a model. i want friends. i want to keep those friends. i want people to know me. i want to know and be myself.

the only rides i ride at the fair are the carousel, the ferris wheel and the big slide. i like freshly-made cotton candy, vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and homemade chocolate chip cookies. i like books, music, art and photography. my favorite shapes are stars and hearts, but i can’t figure out which one i like more.

i don’t like chocolate as much as i like fruit-flavored candy. i’m not very healthy and have a horrible immune system. i’ve heard music come out of a faucet. i’ve seen shadows move by themselves. i like the smell of fresh-baked bread. i like watermelons, kiwis and strawberries. i usually dislike apples, unless dipped in caramel.

there’s basically two kinds of people in this world: ones who think too much, and ones don’t think enough. i’m more of the former. i think. i’m ridiculously stubborn, but i’m open-minded. i’m not lazy, i’m just forgetful and have procrastination tendencies. i’m paranoid.. i sometimes say things i don’t mean, and i make mistakes a lot. i also say sorry too much. i do not wish for perfection, but rather i wish for knowledge and wisdom and guidance. i wish i had wings. i still find it difficult to smile. i don’t really follow my own advice and i’m still trying to figure out who i am.