I'm wondering if this feeling of indifference is a good or bad thing. There are advantages to it, simply due to the fact that I'm obviously not over-thinking it. But at the same time, I feel like I should have some sort of emotion towards this. I'm not entirely sure. I just want to mention that. I don't really have anything of relative importance to say.
I'm complicated, and a bit of a basket case, but most people seem to get over that. Music is basically the heart of my existence. I'm a hopeless romantic, and a shooter kind of girl (not the trashy kind), though I'm always up for a beer (literally always). I wish I were a writer. I like cheese lots. If I were an animorph, I'd be a platypus. I try to do whatever I can to help the ones I love, though I know some things are beyond my control. I like breakfast food, just not for breakfast. My favourite colours are green, purple, and red. I'm a speedy texter. I either sleep too little, or too much. I think, talk, and care too much. I have friends whom I love and adore to the nth degree. I will one day stop blabbing, and write about something more intelligent here.
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