She has come possessed

I’m 19, and mad as birds. My tongue is too heavy for my head, and so I write. I am interested in almost everything, and obsessed with far too much. I don’t sleep much. I swear too much. I am not great at compromising, and I won’t pretend to get along well with everyone. I don’t fill out cute quizzes, and I don’t play mind games. I don’t really care much if you find me intelligent, cute, or (insert adjective here). In the past year or so, I’ve learned to be unapologetic. Sometimes, I can be a very different girl: it’s not an identity crisis, I have always lived on both sides of the line. Some people find this hard to reconcile. This is all you need to know. (* blog URL, title, and subtitle from “Love in the Asylum”, by Dylan Thomas)