I am not emo, straight edge, hardcore, a punk, bitchy, preppy, a jock, nerdy, popular, a hipster, lonely, a smoker, a pothead, a junkie, a party whore, a guidette, a redneck, a northerner, a skater, a night-owl, a morning person, a big flirt, a hustler, gangster, a band geek, obsessive, a monster, jealous, selfish, spoiled, a flunkie, a rebel, a loudmouth, an attention-grabber, a trekkie, a belieber, high-maintenance, a gamer, a loner, a dealer, scene, lazy, anorexic or bulimic, an impulsive eater, a nazi, a racist, a fighter, a hippie, wealthy, destitute, perverted, a porn star, fat, skinny, dumb, a jerk, cocky, self-absorbed, evil, satanic, an idolizer, a fame-seeker, a home-wrecker, a gold-digger, picky, hard-to-please, a cutter, self-abusive, or a goody-two-shoes. I don't fit into any of these categories, nor do I want to. I know this sounds cliche, but I am me.
I am a dreamer. A realist. Analytical. Understanding. Good in bed. Fine without. Tolerant. Low-maintenence. Independent. And many other things that couldn't possibly allow a description in words alone. I surprise myself everyday. I'm impulsive, yet deliberate. I'm not typical to any one persona, nor am I predictable. And I am perfectly okay with that.
Sure I may hate myself from time to time, but who doesn't? It never lasts long. I've accepted it, and I move on.
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