I am just like you in a different way. No special perks or powers; but the imaginations that give birth to my dreams are so vivid and real. Sometimes, I dream of the world, and its lack of potential. Things ending in a terrible way. Crying. Screaming. And I see myself, standing, alone, and at peace. It may be obvious that I have no hope in humanity or the masses that govern them.

I am a believer in fate, and that our futures are predestined.

I seriously believe that I have OCD. At times my mind is so overwhelmed, and I feel like it's all going to end. I sense when bad things are going to happen. Maybe it's the clairvoyance that I possess by being a Taurus.

The color red makes me sick. Literally.

I think that's all.