Umm... There's nothing much to me yet so much, complicated yet simple. I have soft spot for broken things but breaking me won't make me love myself. I'd take a bullet for a stranger but am scared to ask for a extra fork at a restaurant from a stranger.
I sing all the time and anyone who has ever heard me sing has never been able to hear anything ever again. Such is my magic. Tragic? My life's a party but heheh I am the piñata...
Don't mind me, cause I am lost in mindless dreaming.