I am quiet, which people mistake for as being a bitch or stuck up. I don't feel the need to act fake and make small talk when there's nothing worth talking about. This apparently make me hard to read. I'm sarcastic, truthful, and blunt.

I always have a thousand thoughts flooding my mind. So many ideas, worries, wishes, regrets, images, dreams and memories.

I live with my heart and not with my mind. I work to live, but would prefer to live to work, if I were doing what I should be.

I'm always creating, and imagining, and dreaming. As my 3 grade teacher said, "Je suis sur la lune..."