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I am not original. I am bits and pieces of everyone I have ever known. I am an eclectic composition with various artists. I am a canvas that never runs out of empty space for new work. I’m somewhat perplexing. It’s mostly insanity, I’ll admit. I’m a book of useless facts and easily distracted. I plan on saving the world. I feed off of knowledge. I want to know everything about everything. My demons get the best of me most of the time. My home is in New York, but my heart is in Maui. Moving to Philadelphia for school changed my life. I am no longer afraid to say that I am happy, and believe it too. I want to be Andy Warhol meets modern grunge. My sense of humor is sarcasm. I hold an ample attraction to music, art, and any form of self expression. Raw and bloody passion moves me. My insecurities could eat me alive. I carry the weight of my world and the worlds of others around me. I am guarded. I regret nothing. I am a realist. I am honest. I care too much. I am trying. My self induced loneliness soothes me. You can try, but you probably won’t ever understand.
