i'm in love with the silence that fills an empty room. I do even though in the silence I attack myself. My imperfections. The silence is a war against myself and depression. For some reason I love the calm, quiet depression.
I don't know if I am a girly girl or a tomboy. One moment I am a young lady who has dresses and almost perfect manners, then the next moment I am a wild tomboy with dirty clothes, and playing soccer and shooting guns. I'm kind of weird.