February 21^st, my life began.

            But I know you don’t want to hear about my childhood or anything, so I’ll stop right there. I’m just going to go on about myself.

            I’m a perfectionist. Everything has to be in place. Well, except in my room, which is frequently messy.

            I am compassionate. Every breath I breathe, I’m breathing to find someone. There are more than ten million people out there, and I’m looking for one. Yea, that will be fun to find. I’ve always wanted love. It’s always a blanket on a cold day. Though I want love so much, I have yet to find a good boyfriend.

            I am a dork. A total romance. And according to my astrology sign…

            Imaginative and sensitive
Compassionate and kind
Selfless and unworldly
Intuitive and sympathetic

On the dark side....

Escapist and idealistic
Secretive and vague
Weak-willed and easily led.

LIKES

• Solitude to dream in
• Mystery in all its guises
• Anything discarded to stay discarded
• The ridiculous
• like to get 'lost'

DISLIKES

• the obvious
• being criticized
• feeling all at sea about something
• know-it-alls
• pedantry

I believe beauty is more than skin deep, and that the heart lies in the mind when you are thinking too hard about love.

    I like humor. I frequently burst out laughing at absolutely nothing. My friends find this funny, and start laughing along.

    My friends are a huge part of me, and without them, I am nothing.

    Music is a big chunk of my life, too. Every note, every single melody or tune, impacts me in some way. Music is my sweet escape where I can let go.

      My world is filled with odd things. I love to sing, and to write. Each word is filled with my thoughts and filled with color.

      I like to be different. I can’t stand when someone has something the same as me. Perhaps someone has the same shirt…I no longer wear that shirt. I strive to be different, rather than just another girl that wishes she could fit in.

      I don’t want to fit in. Life would be no fun if I wasn’t a dork. I’m crazy, and weird, and I know it. I admit it to myself every day.

      I’m too sensitive, and can cry about the oddest things. I pretend to be tough though. I pretend to be a punk. I don’t want to seem too weak. But sometimes, I let the tears just fall. Sometimes.

      But most of all…

      I’m just a girl.

      Who wishes she were different.

      And already is.

      I’m just Lauren.