So, as I just started posting on this personal Tumblr blog, I thought it would be a good idea to do this writing challenge. These are just random thoughts that come up out of the back of my head. Here goes:

I love weddings, as in I’m obsessed with them (right now I don’t have the time to fan girl over Tumblr wedding sites though). I love how everything is just happy and perfect on that one day. I want to buy a wedding magazine, but I’m afraid my mom will think that I want to get hitched already. I am reserved, old-fashioned. I love love love fashion, but I dress so plainly. I pass it off as dressing classy, but honestly, I’m shy to wear all those nice clothes. I think I’m unworthy of them. Someday, I will be a stylist/designer/magazine editor/rockstar/thin. Yes, I may look confident but I am really insecure of my weight. I secretly (not anymore) like being the center of attention, but only if it’s the good kind. I hate being ignored and I hate it when people don’t reply to my text messages. I love to cook and bake, which I think is because I am a Fire Sign. I am a HUGE scaredy cat and I worry a lot unnecessarily. I think I’m selfish. I always like getting first and being on top. I like making recordings of me singing—audio, video, etc.

I almost always never run out of money; money loves me. It’s easy for me to find ways to earn money. I easily get bored but I easily get stuck in a routine. I am afraid of commitment because I am scared that one day I’ll wake up and get sick of the person I’m with. I’m afraid to hurt anyone’s feelings, unless they absolutely annoy me. I hate people who show up to your home uninvited. I’m fickle-minded, sometimes making decisions with the opinion of others. I go, “Mom, should I buy this book?” even though I know I already want to. I am a huge hopeless romantic who is romantically hopeless. I always say “I’m gonna do this soon”, but I can never get to it cause something new comes up and then I do that. I have a short attention span. The past few months, I’ve been focused on my blogger blog, right now, it’s my online shop. Trying my luck in Tumblr.

I hate exercising. I love my brother to bits, like he was my own child. I prefer the cold to heat, the night to day and the mountain to the beach. Sometimes I think I’m a martyr—I do whatever I can for friends, hoping they would do the same for me. More often than not, I end up disappointed. I have EXTREMELY high standards for myself and everything that concerns me. I cry for the most random reasons. I look high maintenance and cold, but I easily melt at a simple and sincere gesture. I am pretty predictable.

THE END.

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