Today is weird. I was happy in the morning. Then I cried. I got really angry. Then I calmed down. About ten minutes ago I felt like the happiest person in the world. Now I just feel hollow. But I look at the circle around my neck, and the little bit of happiness is still there, captured in the little bit of you I obtain with me.
The Anthropology of Ariana.
I'm not who you think I am because to be honest, you don't know who I am. How should you? I laugh when i'm not meant to, I cry when things get happy. I never know what to wear. I want it to be hot when it's cold, and cold when it's hot. I like being alone, yet when I am, I wish I wasn't. I realised not everything is worth dying for. Nothings what it seems and who you thought were, aren't. All I need is you, that's all I really know.