lioness

I prefer to live alone, rather than with a bunch of people. Maybe one other person who doesn't mind pressing themselves against me while I sleep; other than that, it's excess.

I put a song on repeat untill it becomes me, and I know all of the words. Whoever has to be around me will get sick of it, I swear. Because it is bound to get old.

I'm an artist of sorts; starving artist, writer. Condem me and I will only continue writing, question me and I'll only prove you wrong. Tell me what to do, I'll always do what I'm not supposed to.

I love to argue, on everything. I like to just test people for their reactions, and I will always say what I want. Sometimes, I can be overly blunt, unto a point of rudeness. Eventually, I'll apoligize, though usually too late.

I don't sleep well, and infrequently. I'll go to bed late and always wake up early, and I always forget my dreams. If I actually remember my dream, I'll probably have a panic attack.

Numbers make me nervous, and rule my life. Edges are my lover, and lack of curves, my strife. Do not try to change me, only try to love me. However, don't give me a fictional love; it makes me uneasy, and I know a lie when I see one. I won't say I love you unless I mean it; I consider people petty who do oppisite of that.

Nobody can really figure me out, and that's just how I like it: fragile, small, and mysterious.