“Who I Am” (3.6.13)

I am "Josephine Wild." I am 24 years old. I am an artist. I have a false sense of reality. I wake up. I work. I pray. And I eat. Then I sleep. I see things like design and shape. I focus on the details. I look at typefaces and fonts. I like to work. To make. To create. Day after day, this is what I do. I am never finished. I date things because I lose track of time. Time is against me. I make believe. I make believe because I am a child. A child I am. I live at home. I sleep in the same room. I sleep in the same bed. I have toys and figurines. I collect them. They always stay the same. I am easily distracted. I like to escape. I like to be alone with my thoughts. I am an artist. I am weird. I like people too. They are beautiful in that each are unique and their own. It's nice to connect with people. But then you don't want them to go. I am alone. I become cold. In my own little world, I am trapped. I make it harder than it has to be. My life isn't easy, but it's a gift. Life wouldn't be great if it was so easy. I'm easy to get along with, but hard to understand. I like music. I like to sing. The music I like doesn't need words. I need words. I search for them. I need them quicker than they can come. I try my best. I'm not perfect. I have my faults. I cling onto people. I forget to swallow my pride. I don't think things through or leave my comfort zone. I don't want to cause problems. I yearn to change. I am changing my heart.

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