I'm Not Good At Talking About Myself.

I Just Don't Want Them To Change Me, If I'm Going To Die I Still Want To Be Me.

I Sit Back On My Bed Cross-legged And Find Myself Rubbing The Smooth Iridescent Surface Of The Pearl Back And Forth Against My Lips. For Some Reason, It’s Soothing. A Cool Kiss

An Ability To Look Into The Confusing Mess Of Life And See Things For What They Are.

Frankly, I Could Use A Little Sugarcoating.

She Genuinely Likes People. All People, Not Just A Select Few She's Spent Years Making Up Her Mind About.