We can always be a little better each day.

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She thinks age is relative. If she were to be perfectly honest, she'll tell you she actually thinks she's an old soul. Her energy, though, says otherwise. She's a double major in Politics and Psychology, but her biggest dream is to work for National Geographic.

She'll never admit it to anyone, but she's always wanted to be a princess, and no, not the Disney kind. She loves anything Arabic and Russian, and she likes chocolate more than she likes a lot of things, and there are a lot of things she likes. She likes cameras, the military, dogs, Lego, Batman, and Harry Potter.

On random days, she refers to herself in the third person, and people think it's weird. She doesn't care, though, a friend once told her that weird is good.

Her mind's essentially Hotel California.





Young. Christian. Happy.

She's a Youth For Christ.

That's not to say she's a holy person, or that she's a righteous one. All it actually means is that she believes in living her life for something far greater than who she is. People sometimes look at her with scorn, especially since she lives in a world where no one wants to get associated with religion, but she doesn't mind.

Because everyday she's becoming a better version of herself.




Some days I believe we can rule the world.

She can't be angry. She tries, but she just can't. The simplest, shallowest things make her laugh. Mess with her friends, though, and she'll rush to you and make you remember why that wasn't such a good idea.

She's boyish, which can be because she has a lot of guy friends more than she has girls, but the ones here below, she's been friends with them since forever.

And she's planning to keep it that way.

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My Schizophrenic You
Sunday, June 3, 2012 || 5:18 PM

Okay, so this awesome artsy friend of mine, Mack, has recently become the poet I never was (and, perhaps, never will be... *insert deep breaths of panic here*), and here's one of his more recent, sub-emotion pieces.

Enjoy, and tell me what you think.


My Schizophrenic You

blaming the only thing that pushes me through
blaming the thing, only to push me through
blaming through the thing only, pushes me
blaming me pushes the only thing through
blaming through me, pushes the thing only
blaming only me, pushes the thing through
inside these thoughts there is no one to blame
but you.
and i am you,
so i blame myself by blaming you
i blame you for not understanding me
i blame you for blaming me
an endless game,
endless lies
i blame myself for not understanding you
i blame my understanding for you
for you, i blame myself for you
i blame myself, for you, i blame you for myself
this is endless
us is endless, endless is i
blaming is endless
i blame myself for leaving me
i leave myself for blaming me
i
i
i

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