love me and come back tomorrow

I tend to bite my nails. Too often.

I am such a bookworm.

 I do not trust in music. Or people who claim music to be their lives.

I can not identify a bastard until I like him too much to care.

 People find me arrogant. I find that hilarious.

 I legitimately try to be the nicest person I can be.

 People do not know how great I am until they find out.

 I will do whatever I want, if I want it enough.

Good people bring out the good in me. And vice versa.

 Remembrance of things long past is not my thing. I tend to forgive (and forget).

 You might think I am just little.
   Fact is I am probably more than you could handle.

I feel stressed 95% of the time. Even when I am not doing anything.

 I have gone through every style possible. I embrace change.

 I prefer animals to people. (I am sorry).

 Ice, I just love it.

 It took me sixteen years to learn how to burp.

 When I am on other people's computers,
   I tend to write my passwords in the username boxes.

 If I try to fix things they always turn worse.

 I have never broken a bone in my body.

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Sometimes it feels like my brain has lived a thousand lives before.
And like my skin holds a heart that quits and needs that buckle-in. 
And lungs that can not breathe when they are alone.

Is this something that is not worth losing? 
Ray Charles could not be more right, right now.