I’m one of those people. You know, the person who has no idea what she is passionate about. I like things – hoop dancing, colors, words, music, dogs, sex.     What I do know is, I never know what I’m sad about when I’m sad and that I smoke a lot of weed because my brain moves too fast for me to comprehend.

I feel like I need proof that I existed. One day, I’ll want to show someone that I was here.

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