she’s weird without realizing it, lazy, trying-to-be-tough, lost in universes that don’t exist, can do probably anything in the world wrong. she’s short, and she hates it, but her temper is shorter. maybe she has her head a little too high in the clouds, conscious of small things but can’t remember simple roads. it’s as if the spectacles sitting on her nose show her the world differently from what everyone else sees. she’s tomboyish in her tastes and an old soul by heart and a blend of many, many paradoxical things that most people wouldn’t think could make the same person.

simply put, she’s trying to fit in but not quite doing it right.

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