About

I like people who argue with me.
I like the way their eyes fill up.

The color code test says I'm a Yellow,
but I feel too wild, or sad, or simple, or
something.

I'm too something to be yellow.

Apologies come often,

alongside constant road trips

and Blair Waldorf dresses.

I hate schedules,
and I go to San Francisco when my mind muddles,
and I run from things
but I'll fight you if you get too close.

I don't need your thank you's.
I just want you to know that I mean well,
but words are my weapon of choice.

I have a soft spot for insecure tweens,
but I won't waste my time against hard hearts.

I love a boy who doesn't understand my Vampire Diaries references,

but I love him.

you might remember me as the wishy-washy girl from high school 

who couldn't hold a smile for 12 seconds

and kissed a boy for $20.

But I'm letting you in on my secrets

because we're all just misunderstood.