I'm an insomniac. But sometimes, if your eyelashes aren't scratching the pillow, I sleep.

I eat with my hands. 

I'm scared of the dark.  

I have terrible balance.

  I fall. A lot.  

And tend to want things I can't have. A lot. That's pretty much my downfall most of the time.

I'm terrified of measuring up short, being inadequate. Or maybe the possibility that I am capable of making magic, but haven't made much, is the real problem.

I enjoy awkward moments.

And right now I feel sort of sick thinking about the bigger picture of my little life in this beautiful world of ugly people.