- I'm a big fan of reading. Often I stray towards books that make me question my existence. Horror books are also good, I just don't read those as often.
- I really enjoy playing violin.
- I like scrapbooking and journaling. I have this fear that as I age I'll forget my life. So, in an attempt to make sure that doesn't happen I document everything. I also do it as a coping mechanism.
- I like listening to music and staring at my ceiling while doing so. It allows me to think about my life and everything's that went right or wrong.
- I'm on a journey on not allowing people to step on me. I've been walked over all my life and I'm over it. I'm giving no fucks at this point.
- Every year I seem to have several breakdowns which turn my life completely around. Often changing the projectory of everything that's to come.
- I have this problem on trying to discover people I knew in the past again though social media. I feel like I can't let people go because the good memories always live inside of me. Even with people who have mainly been nothing but horrible to me. I wish I could never let anyone go.
- I enjoy being alone. I like to dance to musicals in my room acting as though I'm in them, I also like walks alone. Sometimes I imagine I'm the last person on earth and that I could live peacefully for the rest of my life. Until I'm yanked back down to reality through drama and rumors.
- I love doing things with a lot of emotion. Singing, painting, my facial expresions. I want to heavily invested in everything and put my all out there.
- I like daydreaming about people and scenarios. I like imagining where I'd be now if I were still with friends and loves from the past, if everything went right.
- I see this man. I refer to him as the Man in Black. I've seen him since I was a kid and he pops back up every now and then. At first I thought it was my mind playing games. But, most of my family has seen him too. He just likes me the best. He travels with me wherever I go. I used to fear him and run from him though now, I'm content with him being in my life. I don't think he'll ever go away. I try to ignore him, as people have seen me as crazy before. But sometimes I feel his presence so vividly that I can't help but find him, only to end up empty handed. I want to see him again, understand why he's here. But only time will tell for me.
