About me:
(Me right now-nutshell)
I am 18, tired, brilliant, often mistranslated and barely holding it together. I'm not sure if I've lost the point or I'm seeing it for the first time. I care too much...but I've stopped caring. I want the best for others but I don't feel I go out of my way to help them achieve it. I have unrealistic expectations and I am a cynic so I believe they will never be met. I don't believe in fairy tales but I still believe in fairies. If ever there was a contradiction I embody it.
Neither you nor I will ever know the other inside out, it's impossible and probably better that way..