I am, by my own reckoning, incredibly hard to define. On the one hand, I am a timid mori girl. One who sees the wonder in everything, loves everyone, hates death or hurt in all its guises. One who is scared to death of people, and real life, and growing up. One who would much rather live in a fairy-tale with a cup of tea and a notebook.
And yet, I am also a theatrical girl, with in an insatiably hunger for the stage and greasepaint instead of blood. One who would kill for the decadence of the spotlight, and is afraid of no-one. The loud, crazy, passionate one who has to be the centre of attention all the time.
These two people do not agree with each-other. They fight. My Sally Bowles, Joker likpersona and my Luna Lovegood, little princess jostle for power. Sometimes, I’m not quite sure who I am.
For now though, I’m a lot of things. I am a Beatles fan, A queen fan, a Smiths fan and a Cure fan. I’m a Mansonite, a luxury bean, an Intern (stain it red), a pacifist, a socialist, a writer, a dancer, and a dreamer. I’m a burton addict, an unconventional conventionalist and a strangeling at heart. I’m a cancerian with a Leo moon and Leo rising, and that’s a freakin’ dangerous combination.
I am crazy. I am lost. I am in awe. I am completely in love with everything. I have no idea what is going on most of the time, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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