Introductions

Dear everyone,

I am very pretentious. I like to pretend to be able to eat with chopsticks and I like to think that I am a walking dictionary (which I kind of am, in my own odd, little way).

And it bothers me that there is so much sad in the world. 

I am no revolting hero, though, God, I'm even too scared to ask my mom to hang out with friends tonight and to be honest with you I'm glad that I didn't ask her because I enjoy the comfort of just being alone in my room, talking to my boyfriend on the phone and writing this.

I'm a terrible texter. And I don't like how there's always that red line underneath words that don't exist. As strange as it is, it pisses me off. 

I think icicles are magic; they are totally magic.

I think he's magic. Correction I KNOW he's magic.

I cry a lot, sadly. I actually cry way too much... I'm a fucking handful.

My brother used to tell me to stay away, stay far away, from people who tell me I'm hard to love but I know I'm very much hard to love.

But that's okay. And I am both happy and sad at the same time, although that is rather impossible.

But it's kind of the case.

Love,

Srjs

1:37 a.m.