I’m brutally honest, to the point that it pisses people off. It’s only because I value the ugly truth over a pretty lie. I love self-expression in the form of anything creative; whether it’s poetry, art, or covering your body in tattoos. I think boundaries are meant to be broken, unless it’s at the expense of someone else. People who scapegoat irritate me. I believe that love transcends everything, but it has to be genuine. Nothing forced, just two people who truly want to understand each other. I don’t believe in the whole ‘fairy-tale’ wedding, but I’ve been a bridesmaid twice. I believe that in order to love someone, your demons have to get along. I procrastinate, swear, and love people even when I shouldn’t. In relationships I tend to focus on the potential rather than the reality. I always get hurt because of it. I value being neat but my room is a mess. I have a mean streak, but it only comes out when I feel bullied. I tend to put other peoples needs before my own, then feel resentful when it’s not reciprocated. At one point I was bulimic. I’m fiercely loyal when it comes to my close friends/significant other. I fly off the handle a little too easily. I’d rather watch a movie or read a book than go out and socialize. Wizards, Fairies, Witches, Vampires, and anything ‘supernatural’ intrigues me. I constantly worry about my weight. I fall in and out of love very easily. It frustrates me when people have a hard time facing reality/the truth. What’s worse is when I have a hard time facing it…but #LoveMeAnyway