A pessimistic optimist...an optimistic pessimist, an adventurous hypochondriac, a world traveler...a reclusive homebody, a Gucci clad- Louboutin toed bohemian, the girl who cried love...the girl who cries for love lost but always manages to fall again, the perpetually dissatisfied...always excitable, the life of the party, the death of an evening, a hedonistic humanitarian, the light, the dark, the insatiable. A seeker, a finder...a dreamer.
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..." -Jack Kerouac
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I can understand how it feels. But I'm sure you would be fine...
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