I... like the rain beating on my roof, the sounds it makes...

like staying up late and waking up even later without a care

in the world...

strive to be happy and content...

don't have a clue as to what I want to do with my life...

used to dream of true love before I met reality, and now I just dream of dreaming of true love...

like to get lost in reading, drawing, or writing...

try to be as kind as I can, but am also not a pushover...

have major peter pan syndrome...

used to strive to be different, but now I think that being myself is being different enough...

used to think that being seventeen was old...until I reached this age...

think that love is just hormones (even my dad says so)...