I'm sorry I'm hard to deal with. I'm sorry I'm not a simple, normal, well-behaved girl. I just don't know how to live a balanced life like most people. When I am sad, I don't cry, I pour. When I am happy, I don't smile, I glow. When I am angry, I don't yell, I burn. The good thing about feeling in extreme is, when I love, I give them my all. But maybe that isn't such a good thing, because they always tend to leave. And they don't walk, they run. And you should see me with a broken heart. I don't grieve, I shatter.