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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.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

True


I see the truth.

The truth is this: I'm one hell of a deluded little pixie.

Except the little pixie bit.

I'm not on your mind. Not a trace of me. It's obvious.

Man, what a screwed up waste of hope.

I'm sick of being so naive. I need to assert myself so that I'm not a blur in your vision anymore - preferably not in your vision at all.

I think the best thing to do now is go scrape all the self-pitying skin off my face.
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