I�m the girl who leaves the party early and takes off her shoes to wander across the lawn, wet with dew in the night; who goes to the kiddy park in her polka dot slippers and swings on the swing, laughing the entire time; who�s so out of touch with reality she doesn�t always hear you speaking; who closes her eyes and listens to her heartbeat and imagines her heart pumping blood around her body; who laughs at entirely morbid things; who rants about her hatred of religion, but can�t find it in herself to be anything but sweet and kind when approached by religious people; who overthinks walking downstairs to get a drink; who shows affection in tiny little ways, like sudden hugs or a head resting on a shoulder; who primarily lives off of caffeine and sugar; who buys too many books to ever read; who chats to strangers at bus stops and smiles at passers-by; who stops to watch squirrels with a dazed smile; who dreams about melting into her mattress and never moving again; who has a fiery temper to go with those fiery curls; who can switch from talking entirely too correctly, to using slang at the flip of a switch; who jumps up and down in her seat at the thought of new superhero movies; who loves driving fast and listening to loud indie rock music � swearing at all and sundry in her road rage; who watches the lonely man in his wheelchair, who sits in the communal gardens every morning, spinning a woeful tale in her head; who argues for arguments sake, and then gets wound up for not defending other peoples principals as well as her own; who adores swimming, but has an irrational fear of unclear seas; who smells the flowers in other peoples gardens; who enjoys food shopping way too much; who thinks dark and twisty means sexy; who gets excited at the thought of pets and talks to other peoples cats; who can talk about pizza toppings one minute and politics the next; who hates ironing and hoovering, but loves to wash up and tidy; who manages to get most people to like her, whether they want to or not; who doesn�t always feel as smart as she pretends, but would never let on; who needs to have her own space to write and draw; who acts calmly and patiently in a crisis, but feels restless every other second of the day; who finds silence precious and wants to share it; who sounds curious and cute, but is usually feeling anything but; who�s critical about nearly everything, and entirely too perfectionistic; who is sometimes too laid back and forgetful; who cries at all the sad movies and can�t finish stories with unhappy endings; who loves the fact mint shower gel makes you tingle all over; who reads her horoscope every day and believes in it; who can cut herself off from the world and still feel happy; who wants to believe in mythical creatures, but is too rational to comply. I�m the girl who flits from one thing to another and one person to another, but loves you all the same. I�m the girl who preaches inequality, but deeply believes in equality. I�m the girl who never makes sense, but sometimes makes perfect sense too.

It's all snippets really. Pieces of a whole.

One day i'll find a friend that knows all of that, without me having to open my mouth.

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