I have made a realization about myself. I am average. Not only that, but I am a liar, as well. All my features I've been proud of are a lie. I do not have red/auburn hair. It is brown, and has always been brown. My eyes are not hazel. They do not change colors. They are blue. I am not intelligent, or destined for great things. I will probably end up in a cubicle for eight hours a day, stuck in a dead-end relationship. Because who'd want to be with me? Not only do I have delusions of grandeur, but I cannot keep a secret to save my life. The moment someone tells me something private, I want to go tell someone else so that I will not be the only one to shoulder the burden. And what is love without trust? Nothing. Such a thing does not exist. I have finally come to terms with who and what I am, and I will live with it. Average Amber. That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
4:59: I have made yet another realization about myself. If I do not have someone to take care of me (or prod me to take care of myself,) I will not take care of myself. If I don't gain the Freshmen 15 next year, it will be because I am not eating. As I think I have lost my Jedi, this is bad. *shrug* What will happen, will happen, I suppose.
~PheonixSong~ Community Member 
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