I am sad yet so happy. I trust easily but I also have a hard time believing most people in the same pace. I have two moods. I am constantly struggling with the thought of who i am going to be. Whether I am the hopeless romantic or the no fucks given girl with no desire to love at all. Picking a sunflower with the intention to "save" it. I am lonely yet never alone. I belong to no one, but at times I belong to everyone. It's like I am a walking oxymoron with an inner indecisiveness that is as wide and as wavering as the sky.