Being recognized more than the average user on this site makes me subject to criticism and gossip. I'm okay with this. People will talk. It just shows how immature and insecure they are for all I care. Anyone who relies on the opinion of someone else to make up their mind about a person is someone I don't want to associate with anyway. Many people mistake me for being a bitch for the lack of a more polite term. Truth is I'm the sweetest little thing, with a slight twist in humor, willing to die so you may live as long as you don't disrespect me. I will never provoke conflict. I simply react to the actions of others. Being "kind" doesn't mean being a doormat. My heart is too big for my chest, but that isn't an invitation for you to hurt me. Every living thing has a defense mechanism. I like everyone until they give me a reason not to. I appreciate people. Fascinated by them really. I will see good things in you that others will overlook, as well as the bad things you'd rather keep secret. In some ways, I believe perfection is just the right combination of flaws. I'm the kind of person who comes up with silly crafts out of normal household items just because I feel like it. I read the dictionary to memorize every word I don't know yet. I'm the happiest sitting in the rain, indulging in my flight of ridiculous fantasies. I'm a woman with little-man's syndrome. I play videogames, watch UFC fights, idolize the mafia, and have a vulgar tongue. Counteracting that, I adore dressing up in cute clothes and playing with makeup. I do my nails and watch Spongebob, surrounding myself in pink and glitter. I'm a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any time into the oblivion of insanity. For some reason, I just never do. For being so unstable, I'm quite sturdy. Perhaps it's my strong foundation of conviction that keeps me from crossing over. Whatever it is that holds me safe, I'm thankful that I can be on both sides of the fence; sane with a rare insight of "crazy." The grass is always green.