I am...

seventeen going on eighteen (fellows don't fall in line, trust me)

romantic, but not a romantic (theoretically speaking)

a lover of words who loathes to think up of them

a hypocrite who hates hypocracy

ironically challenged

better at thinking up problems than solving them

(pretending to be) a philosopher

a wandering muse (in some parallel universe)

a cliche-hater who thinks up of too many of them

captain of contradictions

human

stating the obvious

myself.

A/N: So I'm putting La Riviere on a (long) haitus because it's left me completely uninspired right now...Give me another couple of months or so and I (might) be able to think up something (I'm really sorry though, I know what it feels like to not get updates and now it's biting me in the you-know-where..hehe...) In the meanwhile, I've started on a new writing project. It's called "Psyche's Lament." Tell me what you think of it_