Who Am I?

I was asked to describe myself by a very important person. That’s when I stopped. Who was I? Realization struck me, I didn’t know. Truly, I was clueless. One could say I’m a hopeless romantic who knows it’s impossible. Or, one could say I’m the emo kid in the back of the class who talks to no one, but aces all of her tests. Or, you might even think I’m that obnoxious chick who acts like an idiot with her friends.
But underneath all of that, I’m me. I’m anger, affection, fear, doubt, insecurity, intellect, solitude, depression, façade, wisdom, advice, yearning, and unique. I’m the type that will wish at 11:11, even though she knows it’ll never come true, or the type that says “I love you” instead of “love you” because she truly means it, or the typical type of girl who wants the perfect boy, but knows how rare they are, or the type who pays attention to every little detail because actions speak louder than words . Yet I’m the girl who puts school first, as much as she may not want to, the girl who wants to make something out of her-self. I could go on, and on, but I won’t. Why? I would end up leaving something out, and things would go on forever. If you’re reading this, then you should know me by know- even if you think you don’t.