... you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking "Why does this happen to me? Why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Hard to believe that it's not over tonight...
--- Maroon 5
Sometimes justifications are pretty much lost on us and the moments pass too fast.
I figure out things about myself everyday and those things make me ME.
I need to hang up every top that I have worn only once.
I love watching bubbles float and when they burst, I feel unnervingly sad.
I find a significance in almost every action one (or me) makes.
I over-think... and most of the time I'm justified.
I love the color red and will do anything to acquire that color -- no matter the form or material.
Red brings out my passion.
I am afraid to say things I think in the fear of hurting the other person... but when frustrated, nothing comes between me, the truth and my beliefs.
I am rigid when it comes to my beliefs... whether that is good or bad -- time will tell.
I love eccentricity -- I thrive off it.
As long as people believe I am a mere child, I feel safe.
I pick every vibe a person resonates.
I move my body with a person I am attracted to -- it makes me feel unconsciously sexual.
I am consciously impulsive.
If you are insecure, sooner or later, I will know and I WILL be disgusted.
My self-respect and integrity rule me.
My dreams signify the future.
My ambitions build me.
And those are just a few things.
Sometimes I wonder how we reach such conclusions about ourselves.
And I realize that it's the outside circumstances that bring us to such realizations.
Doesn't that make us all materialistic?
I question my own integrity.
I call it introspection.