Considered insane for the way I approach liars. Dwelled upon by the souls I've hurt and let go. Regretted by the men's hearts I've broken. Looked upon by a guardian angel. Guided by the anticipation of a fufilled happy life. Tempted by the lusted figures before me. Anxious for a warm heart. Eager to witness a miracle. Loved by the one who holds me in the correct form and manner. Running to a lifestyle of pure greatness. If I say it, I mean it, bite my tongue for no one, call me evil, or unbelievable. Always thinking a couple of steps ahead of myself. Dreaming of what could happen next when absolutely nothing has occurred yet. When pissed, a cold ass bitch. Nothing beats sarcasm. Territorial. Dressing like a doll. Swearing like a sailor. Smile like there is no tomorrow. No games. Talk-text-eat-sleep-laugh-AHOLIC . Nothing happens for a reason. Timing is everything. F U N is what it all is. This ain't even half of it, but enough for now.