One: I’m an only child, which might explain why I hold my friendships so dear to me. If I think I’m losing a friend, I feel like I’m breaking up with someone. It’s heartbreaking for me.
Two: I began playing the piano at age six, so it’s something I’ve known how to do for 16 years now. I even got a small college scholarship for it, but I don’t nearly have the passion for it that I used to. I wish I did.
Three: I get entirely too deep in thought too often, and most of the time, it’s about things that aren’t even going to matter in ten years.
Four: I fear almost everything, especially death lately. Fear is something I’m not exactly sure how to cope with.
Five: I’m entirely too insecure with the way I look and what people think of me. Probably because I often got made fun of growing up on a regular occurrence. Not kidding, I have stories.
Six: All I want is to feel like I’m wanted and appreciated. Not to be sappy or anything.
Seven: I like to think that I am nice to everyone I cross paths with until do something to me or someone I care about deeply. I’m usually pretty understanding about things though.
Eight: I always say that I like change, but if I like where I’m at in life and I’m forced to change it, it will probably take me a very VERY long time to officially change it for good. An extremely long time. Because I won’t want to accept that things have to be different.
Nine: I really love to sing. I’m not incredible, but I’m not half bad either. It’s something that I don’t really like to display to anyone unless I’m extremely comfortable around you.
Ten: I’m a hopeless romantic and I believe in true love because my grandparents remained incredibly and madly in love with one another for 63 years, until my grandfather passed away about two weeks ago. Seeing their interaction with each other in that rough time was the most heart wrenching thing I’ve ever had to experience. I only hope one day to be as in love with someone as they were with one another. Looking back at my past relationships, I think I’m almost in love with the feeling of being loved and being in love, if that makes sense. And that’s okay, in my opinion, if it’s the healthy kind of love. I’ve made mistakes and I’m still learning from them, but at the end of the day, if I could find someone that would treat me well and make me happy, I would be perfectly content with my life.