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_
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