A dreamer.

A writer.

A reader.

A friend.

A daughter.

A sister.

A suburbian.

A student.

An athlete.

A procrastinator.

One who cares too much.

One who cares too little.

One who loves too much.

One who loves too little.

A coffee addict.

An insomniac.

One who asks questions.

One who doesn’t have all the answers.

An atheist.

A traveler.

A romantic.

A pessimist.

A person who makes wishes.

A person who is afraid of committment.

A person who makes mistakes.

And here are the things I love:

I love New York City and the subway.

I love music.

I love sundresses.

I love roses.

I love being outside.

I love a good book.

I love cherries and red-stained fingers.

I love the way wet grass feels on my bare feet.

I love traveling.

I love learning languages.

I love the way rain sounds.

I love driving at night and not seeing a single set of headlights in my rearview mirror.

I love boys.

I love cooking and messy kitchens.

I love laughing.

I love being alone.

And I hate it, too.

I hate people who can’t tell the truth.

I hate my body.

I hate people who can’t see from others’ perspectives.

I hate people who can’t make up their mind.

I hate meat.

I hate swimming.

I hate what the world has become.

I hate hating things.

But I love much more.

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