self-discovery

I can cry at the drop of a hat. Movies, television shows... I've even teared up during commercials.

I secretly love dresses, though you may never see me wear one.

I love orange juice.

My eye color matches my hair. Brown or blonde, they always match.

I use sarcasm and humor as a defense mechanism, because I am ridiculously sensitive.

I don't ever intend to be late... I just usually am.

My room directly mirrors my mental state- when it is messy and disorganized, it's only because my mind is the same way.

Ever since I lived in Florida on my own, I talk to myself.

In the face of severe evidence to the contrary, I still believe in happy endings.

In spite of not ever working to my potential, I am still successful. Sometimes I wonder what great things I could achieve if I did work to my potential.

Then I wonder why I never do it.

There is an ever-present part of my brain that reminds me that I am not good enough, and that I never will be.

My faith comforts me, but I am constantly doubting God.

I am terrified of getting lost, not knowing where to turn, not knowing the destination. That is a true metaphor for how I feel about my life, and what I am supposed to do with it.

Random? Yes. Pointless? Probably. As far as self-discovery goes?

"As for me, all I know is that I know nothing."

Socrates