For my World Lit class I was told to write fifteen things about myself. They could be anything. We weren't given any limitations or concrete guidelines, except that some of them had to be deep and revealing. This is what I wrote.
1) My only real voice exists on paper; I'm more complete than ever when I'm writing.
2) I refuse to eat the outer edges of any flavor of Pop Tarts.
3) I have this insane idea that one day I can save the world with nothing but words.
4) I have an unquenchable desire for knowledge, particularly in the fields of psychology and literature, so I’m going for a double major in psychology and creative writing. (I suppose I’m just a glutton for punishment. Imagine all of that work.)
5) The best and the worst thing about me is that I don’t bond with people very easily, but when I do it has a habit of becoming something profound and unforgettable and terrifying and lovely.
6) I may not embrace the stereotype, but I am indeed fantastically gay.
7) I’m scared of getting close to people because I’m afraid that they’ll leave me. I have plenty of friends, but I’m alone. Not lonely, just alone.
8) I love scavenging for old magazines in antique stores; they smell musty and stale, the way history should smell, and opening them is like opening a time machine.
9) Secretly I’m conceited; I believe that people should aspire to think like I do because then they wouldn’t be so stupid.
10) Oftentimes I feel as if I am only a withdrawn observer in this messed up world; I see the chaos of politics and the tragedies of the world and the overwhelming faults of society and I can only marvel at it disgustedly in my detached little bubble.
11) I’m a pretty nice person usually, easy enough to get along with, but secretly I don’t have a lot of faith in people anymore.
12) I will never ever get my head out of clouds. It’s cozy up here.
I didn't feel like sharing all of them.