This is me. I'm a lover. I'm a fighter. I don't care enough and I care way too much. I often get consumed in things that I shouldn't. I love college basketball. I love NASCAR and dirt racing. I love local bands. I love to sing loudly in my car. I'm independent to a fault. Severe introvert. My laugh is 100% ridiculous and loud. I feel every emotion to it's extreme. I go to way more concerts than I can afford.
”My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
If you haven’t stayed up until the early hours of the morning reading with your eyes itching and burning with tiredness and your vision blurred as you fight to stay awake to finish the book, you haven’t lived at all
”Who did that to you? Who fucked you up so bad, emotionally and mentally that you’ve completely shut down anyone who tries to help you. You don’t talk about your feelings, you push kind people away, and you let negative people in. You refuse to open up and let someone love or care about you. Who fucking did that to you?