Me

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Boston, Massachussetts, United States
I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

I've Got the Sickness, Who's Got the Cure?

So I spent a large chunk of my time in the past two days throwing up. I had to skip school, two days in a row, which is really saying something for someone who hasn't skipped in the past 5 years.

I'm too sick to type anymore, so I must go.

Signing off,

A :)

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