Saying I’m nothing but “surreal” is boring. You don’t really know yet how varied my tastes are, or how I can come across as cold sometimes. Some days I’m like a little kid, and other days I’m mature. And some days, I’m in between. I could be smiling while my head is full of complex thoughts. I could look serious while my heart is fluttering inside.

That’s why you can’t sum me up anymore. Let me make it clear - I’m not surreal anymore.

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Keep in mind that I’m neurodivergent and can be slow to understand things sometimes, so please be patient with me and refrain from harsh tone (˙ᵕ˙)