She likes clean lines. She likes colors. Green and white, grey and brown, blue and green. She loves plants. Loves PCs. Loves gaming. Loves technology. Loves to decorate. Loves things working well. Loves facing things. Loves women. Loves sunlight. Loves freckles. Loves pockets. Loves plants.
She does things she doesn’t quite understand, but does them, and sees the results, and likes the results, and makes up for the deficit, and gets back on track, and enjoys life.
She jokes, and giggles, and wakes up on fire, and tries to please others, and angles her mind toward truth and goodness, and spends a lot of time alone, but does it well.
She fixates, sometimes, but quiet is like that, and she tries to alleviate her pain in ways that don’t always help. She sometimes has to feel pain very loudly to get her own points, and often has to learn from things that she doesn’t understand, and it takes her forever.
She isn’t a detective, but when she sees a picture of one, she feels like she can be that too. She likes puzzles. She likes games. She likes to reflect. She likes to have no regrets. She likes to know what is going on. She loves trying to be better and doesn’t love failing at it so she tries all the time.
She doesn’t like wanting to do everything. She doesn’t like wanting to be everything. She doesn’t like thinking she should go on 5 different paths, nor does she like feeling that she doesn’t have time anymore to go on any of them. But she splits in 5 and grows like a balloon, walking each path through the edges of her globe.
She often wishes she could go back in time. She wonders who has spoken of her when she is not there. She loves her cats, and can anticipate one cat’s anxiety by the crook of his tail, and she has gone from a person who yelled at puke to a person that quietly cleans it up.
She wants everyone to be happy and successful, and wishes that she were wiser in the past each time she learns something new. She thinks she bothers everyone with any text, and is working on not expressing that when people tell her that they will let her know when she is annoying them.
She admits to herself that she doesn’t know more and more, but knows more and more each time she does. She lives like a princess, but believes she lives in the darkest age. She is fearful of the future, and doesn’t believe anyone who says that they don’t believe in time.
She sometimes gets angry when playing competitive video games, and as of yet has not learned how to stop.
