Lost. Difficult. Equally introverted and extroverted. Dying to feel like I'm alive. Addicted to finding something I can be addicted to that won't harm me. Entirely too contradictory, on accident. Stuck in my head at the same time I do everything to silence it all. Impulsive and chaotic. Only sometimes. My body is always warm, but my heart feels cold a lot of the time. Aesthetically deceptive. My skin is colorful but I promise, I'm afraid of everything. I like the dark cloud that stays above my head. Happy would be new, scary, but I think I might like it when the day comes. Till then, I work a lot, dream every night, spray paint, find the movies that take time to find, but end up changing you in some small way, discovering new music, and losing everything, some small, some big, some a little more relevant than others. I'm strange but not in an outward way that anyone who didn't know me well would pick up on. I hate improper english and I'm in to things you are not. My tolerance level on things can border on excessively high and way too low. I'm stable and a mess. I'm anxious and grounded. In love and in hate. I kind of just dream of having the ability to lose my dependency on the comforts of basic connectivity media wise, and lose my fear of all things animal wise and just be a nomad, living life holding the hand of someone who could possibly understand things the way I do, and be confused by the same.