i dream of chasing the tails of butterflies.

i run through lavender grass and polka dot flowers. the sky is a mix of neons and pastels and leaves are falling like rain. i don't know why i dream of chasing the tails of butterflies. i just do. my friends call me borderline psychotic but i figure that everyone thinks of the impossible. i try to be friendly and kind all the time, though sometimes i can come off sarcastic and rude. and other times i'm shy and quiet and almost invisible. my favorite things vary everyday (depending on my mood), such as songs and words and colors and food and butterfly stars in the shape of a cloud.

i figure i can live off disney movies and star wars and be okay for the rest of my life. because unrealistic settings make my heart soar. i love to dance but i have zero rhythm. and if you see me singing off-key in the hallways (or anywhere, for that matter) go ahead and stop me. i won't mind. i swear. i don't like yo mama jokes but i do like knock-knocks. they make me giggle. in mud battles i'm sure to lose and in card games i'm positive i'll win. and i can't cook to save my life.

but that's okay. really. i'm still learning.

i'm a pessimistic optimist. and a walking contradiction at that. i forget minor things like phone calls, so don't call me. i like to help people with practically everything. but i'm not sure how. i'm overdramatic and occassionally problematic but i hate drama and fights and screams and tears. i don't like the outdoors. or bugs. i'm a wimp when it comes to those things, which people tease me over (mainly my family). but i don't think it's a bad thing. it keeps me on my toes (or feet), after all.

i'm an aspiring writer and an avid reader. along with everyone else on this site. which makes me smile and sparkle and all that jazz. because life is rather beautiful.

pm me, please. i like to talk. and if i don't reply, pm me again. it's not that i hate you. more than likely, i love you. but sometimes i forget major things. like getting back to you.