Krystal

My heart craves a ballpoint. My body craves the power to toss the crutch. My soul craves a song. My mind craves the knowledge of a thousand Einsteins. The stupid people call me crazy. The smart ones call me passionate.I'm one of those poeple who will spend hours trying to perfect something even though they know that perfect doesn't exsist. I do it because I have nothing better to do with my time. I'm obsessive like that. I'm exteremly shy but probably one of the most opinionated people you've ever met. I'm an extremest of emotion. My depression has been at it's peak at times but I'm not stupid enough to kill myself. Yesturday, I was so happy I thought I was going to burst and I could literally feel it in my chest. When I'm mad, I throw things, scream, or dont talk for long periods of time. My emotions and actions can be seen from miles away but other times, you can't even see them coming. It's insane. Here are a few things I do in my spare time: Singing in shopping malls, watching office space with someone who loves it as much as I do, singing to bohemian rhapsody at the top of my lungs, walking in the rain, writing late into the night, dancing when no one is looking, eating ice cream out of the carton, waving to people, talking to people for hours at a time, laughing out of nowhere about something that happend two months ago, swimming in a hotel pool long after hours and, saying things only you and me understand crash_codes
Krystal, sometimes I wonder...