I have come to realize that my parents are the most important people to me, but I hardly say I love you. I'm a realist and I believe we will ultimately be our own demise. If you really hurt me, I become incredibly vindictive, and take pride in emotionally destroying you. I'm cheap, I won't buy anything unless it's on sale, yet money burns a hole in my pocket. I don't know if I am a happy person, yet I'm always grinning. I'm perpetually lonely and in search of something I can't name. I have a thing for people with baggage, but I am no longer feeling like I need to save everyone. I don't expect others to render me happiness, I've learned that's something I can only do for myself. I believe there is no value to money without the hard work and effort put in to achieve it. I'm a sucker for good conversation. I like to party. I'm incredibly stubborn, and I will not bite my tongue. I'll probably end up a crazy old animal-like lady. I pick up on other people's slang and speaking habits. I am incredibly blunt and often come across as mean, (but I'm not). I've been called an intimidating person. I'm often guilty of telling you what you want to hear instead of what I should. I'm genuine and eccentric but not unique. I've become a bit too trendy. I'm a strong believer in the human weakness and I'm not as bad as I appear to be.
