Hi! I’m Maya and I think I may be a hypocritical murderer; faking it is my ingenuity.
I don't believe in the average, not everything runs on a gray scale. I wish to live life with color. I possess a strange way of thinking, it takes some getting used to. My thinking too much screws me over, I don't like that.
I create enough convincing scenes in my head, until I can’t tell the difference between reality and my mindless thoughts.
My paranoia and insecurities run my life. I don't want to fear anymore.
I enjoy loud, annoying music that scares people.
My handwriting looks like calligraphic chicken-scratch.
Shiney things catch my eye; smiles make me happy. I’m a child at heart.
I’ve grown to love words on paper.
I’ve become accustomed to just sitting there and smiling; smiling's my forte.
I don’t think I want to care anymore; I sometimes care too much.
Honestly, I laugh at everything.
I’m in need of a distraction.
Lately, I’ve been over analyzing things; that just may be the death of me.
Seriously, I have to stop saying sorry.

P.S.- Extra cream cheese on a bagels is my way of life!