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i think too much. i don't think enough. i trust too easily. i never fully trust. i give out chances. i never take them away. i'm not into religion. Yet i have more faith then every religious person i know. i'm fighting for balance in my life. i've realized that when i learn to stop fighting, everything will be the way it should be. i talk to much. i talk to little. i thought life was a battle. it is, but it is one that find's victory without fighting. i could care less what people think of me. i involve myself in people's lives, whether they like it or not. i believe love is all you need. and right about now, that's basically all i have. i'm sick. i exhaust easily. i find the best thing to do is be outside, doing nothing. but i will always need the balance of being inside, accomplishing something. i write, i create. every day is different. yet every day is the same. i'm eighteen. i'm told i act much older. i like stormy nights, when i'm surrounded by candles and acoustic music. i'm in love. i wish everyone could be in love. i have a short temper but an unrealistic amount of self control. i have a lyric or quote that could explain every moment of my life. there's a lot about me. I feel like I've grown up a lot in the past few months. I feel like I've lost my innocence. Yet I feel as if I'm still such a child. I guess the way to describe me right now is that I've come to terms with reality. I've reached some sort of realization that the world is constantly spinning and i'm being forced to keep up. i'm unlike your average teenager. in fact, i'm more complex than a can of cantaloupes. perhaps it's the inevitable truth that i'm a living, breathing oxymoron.
Hi my name is Varsha. nice to meet you. :] |
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