I probably won't go bald.
I hate it when paper is ripped and not cut. Especially when toilet paper rips.
I adore red lipstick and nailpaint.
I will probably continue to have a dark sight of life even when it one day finally decides to behave.
I love music. I love words. I love forming music with words.
I have synesthesia which makes me infinitely more cool than you.
Most of the time I just wish to curl up in a corner and hide.
What I write here might be the truth and it might be fiction, and it might be a mix of both. If you recognize yourself you might be in the blog, or you might not. I might or might not know.
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