Things for you to know about me:
I'm a complete Pansexual, meaning I will love you no matter what you are!
I have characters! (and) I know they are weird!
I get too close to people too easily.
I will freaking love you if you are my friend. If anyone hurts you, I won't hurt them, just I'll make sure your alright and make sure they regret everything they have done to you.
I will find it hard to trust you sometimes please it's not you, its me.
I love writing! To be honest her is a part of one:
The dim honey light of the morning poured itself over the mournful stone of the pathways. Outside the window, the leaves of the trees swam, and glowed brightly once the light had rained onto them. But I was not here to take in a view. Carefully I closed the wooden door, the handle still cold from last night. Slowly I raised my hand to feel the grains of the hand carved door. It was still hard to remember what the door looked like. Brown? Dark brown? A mix? Arg! I don’t have time for this! I turned around holding a stick that felt much like the door. The same wood?
I began walking, trying to remember the paths, as the same mournful stone seemed to mourn over me. My bare feet were numb by now, everything was still covered in a drop of water from the rain. Before now, I remember it clearly, last night my brother was rushing around trying to stop any leaks that managed its way through the old house. We needed a new home, sure, but, for now that place is just fine.