Delicious Ambiguity.

Welcome to the Bell Jar.
I like to see the world through a pair of rose-colored glasses.
I talk in circles in a way that makes sense to apparently, only me.
I tend to enjoy walking in torrential downpour.
I eat icing alone sometimes.
I cry because I feel, not because I'm weak.
I'm not very good at saying what I feel.
I am overly competitive and ambitious.
I like to plan everything out on a ridiculous amount of post-it notes.
I adore the smell of Staples and spend hours there.
I will not make you a sandwich, so stop asking.
I'm a feminist as well, obviously.
I cried when I didn't get the Hogwarts letter.
I'm afraid of becoming just another girl to you.
I'll admit it, I love necking.
I've had a rough childhood and family life if you could call it that.
I spend way too much time in my head.
I'm a Dickens, not a Hemmingway.
I just want someone to hold me by my waist and make it all go away again.
I cannot stand how people can't talk to one another anymore without technology.
I want to name my children ridiculous names.
I am by no means a cook.
I'm trying to figure this crap out.
I feel guilty for the above expletive.
I live vicariously through the characters in my books.
I have a really big fear of cars.
I love the way letters string together to form such powerful words.
I intend on living my life entirely on a beach.
I think that the way a dancer moves is the most beautiful thing in the world.
I like glitter and keys an unhealthy amount.
I find silence so freaking loud.
I will never show you my red notebook.
I use music as my escape from reality.
I Swim is much better than I Sink.
I'm going to be a poet/novelist one day.
And...
I really hope I'm going to be okay.