She's that kind of girl, who might not open up to you on your first meeting.
she might not open up to you at all.
She does not do blabbing.
Quiet.
She is quiet.
She watches.
And she's silent.
Her silence could freak you out.
But believe me, what should freak you, is what is going on inside that head of hers.
She thinks.
She over thinks.
And she obsesses.
Her thoughts wonder undeclared territories.
That only she has the right to declare.
She digs for theories.
Tries to find peace in conspiracies.
An eternal state of thinking.
Deep Analyzation.
She might have decided long ago that she hated this life.
Too agonizing, too appallingly fragile.
She remorses in solitude.
Not because of depression.
But for the joy she finds in solitude.
Cause well.. People suck.
There might come a point of your life when you simply can no longer grieve for everything that life throws at you.
Happiness is rare.
But Will she ever give up finding it?
Shes on her own pursuit of happiness.
And a fighter like herself, will surely Win the quest.
Maybe not today, but someday.
To the person, who i can have the most deep, thought provoking conversations, in the world with.
To the person, whos thoughts entertain me the most.
To the person, who i know will be the next big thing, only if she sets her mind to.
To the only person, who gets/discusses my theories.
To my pessimistic friend.
My only writer friend.
The yang to my grey.
Happy birthday.
