i'm wilyum, and i'm reluctantly growing up.
i'm tall. six feet, one inch to be exact.
i'm gorgeous. i have pretty eyes, soft hair, and a great body.
i'm troubled. i have hardcore insecurities.
i'm nice. i care about my friends, and i get along with almost everyone.
i'm done trying for other people, take me or leave me as i am.
i'm brilliant. college is about to be my bitch.
i'm funny. i can make my humor match someone else's.
i'm extroverted. i'll talk to just about anyone.
i'm sweet. i never get upset for more than five minutes at a time.
i'm open-minded. i don't get embarrassed or offended.
i'm dependent. i couldn't live without my friends.
i'm boring. i often sit by myself and just do nothing.
i'm eccentric. i act very strange, but you'll love me.
i'm forgetful. everything, even my friends, slips my mind now and then.
i'm active. i walk every day at least three miles, and i run very often.
i'm ambidextrous. i'm right-handed, but i write and eat lefty.
i'm sociable. talk to me, and maybe i'll tell you a story.
fuckkkkkk, i'm homeless.
