19 years old
I can be horrible, yet nice. I love being around people, yet I like my independence. I love the homely feeling of indoors, yet I am at home in nature. I am not very beautiful, yet I love how I look. I am physically Young, yet my soul is old. I am not perfect; I am exquisitely chaotic.
I am a walking, talking contradiction.
Author of 'Twisted Games'
A black abiss that kept me alive
holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.
~Buddha