Jealousy.
Is it weird that I’m jealous of my 16 year old self?
Bitch.
Inconsistency is my constant.
I never presume to be any more then an afterthought.
I hate Boston, but it's the closest city to me and that's still 5 hours away.
I work at a truck stop and am happy with that for now.
It's impossible for me to sit still.
I love bands that scream and yell. Along with sing and dance.
I love to argue and debate over anything from religion to politics. I never hold a grudge.
I love to entertain.
Traveling is my passion.
I dislike the sound of my heartbeat. It scares me to know that's the only thing keeping me alive.
I never presume to be any more then an afterthought.
I hate Boston, but it's the closest city to me and that's still 5 hours away.
I work at a truck stop and am happy with that for now.
It's impossible for me to sit still.
I love bands that scream and yell. Along with sing and dance.
I love to argue and debate over anything from religion to politics. I never hold a grudge.
I love to entertain.
Traveling is my passion.
I dislike the sound of my heartbeat. It scares me to know that's the only thing keeping me alive.
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