We're so close to something better left unknown, I can feel it in my bones.

Here's the deal: I'm not perfect. I know I'm not perfect. I make mistakes. Rarely, but I overcompensate by making REALLY fucking BIG mistakes when I do make them. But that makes me human. I don't really have secrets, and because of this most people figure that everything they hear about me is true. Here's a little secret: most of it is completely false, but if you're going to judge me on that without asking me what the truth is then whatever. That's your dish of candy. Just remember what you're losing though, because once someone decides to let me go I can let go just as easily. I've learned not to cling onto relationships that obviously never existed in the first place. You have to remember the immense personal growth that a person can go through within the span of a year. Most people wouldn't even recognize me. I don't even recognize me, but it's a GOOD thing. I'm a vivacious person, but I have a bitter and acidic sense of humor. Most people are starting to get it, and apparently I can be funny at times. I believe in peace and love and tolerance and basically the opposite of everything that people were lead to think that I believed in. Like, seriously, one of my favourite musicals is Hair for a reason. I've gotten to the point where I don't consider Calgary my home anymore, and spend as little time here as possible and as much time in my new home that I can. There's a boy that I'm totally into. He knows who he is and I've been lead to believe that he's my better half. I have a chinchilla named Edgar and I like to say it like he's super French. He's kind of a little shithead and liked to chew on my stuffed animals and sit in my hats but I love him anyways. I retain information like nothing else, which is generally good when it comes to conversation, but sometimes apparently makes me seem like I'm a smartass. I wear mostly black because black goes with black and it makes getting dressed in the morning an easier task. I go to school and fucking love it. I once ate 6 double cheeseburgers in one sitting. I'm a bit of a hypochondriac, but not in the WebMD-Symptom-Checker kind of way as opposed to the bury-my-nose-in-a-textbook-and-find-rare-diseases kind of way. When life gives me lemons I paint that shit gold and sell for an increased profit.