I am an infection; a disease. I live for the moment, yet I dread it. I love people who do not love me and I care too much that when the shit hits the roof it's my heart that breaks not theirs.
I smile always and cry always, put up a wall only to break it down. I'm quiet when I want to be and loud the next. I'm unpredictable, unstable and some say unattainable; headstrong, stubborn and also at times a downright bitch.
I'm small and I love it though sometimes I don't. Kisses on the face I don't give away though hugs are for free. Dimples are my a big weakness and so are sleepy eyes.
Believes a person has 2 great loves in life lang, and the rest our just flings. That fate has a purpose for me or else I would be dead. I know my life is short so am doing my best to live. :)
