I was born on February 27th, that makes me a Pisces

Which I guess explains why I spend all of my time daydreaming

I’m 5’0 (and a half)

I weigh 105 lbs, but so much more when I’m staring at myself in the mirror

I don’t know how to paint

And I’m a sucker for pretty things

I’m still learning how to handle emotions

I’m often too mean to those who want the best for me

I’m often too nice to those who don’t

I was born in the month of love yet love is the hardest thing for me to feel

I like pasta… a little too much

I’ve been told I’m too pessimistic 

People say it’s like my thoughts are always negative

It’s probably because they are, and secretly I’m a huge hypocrite

I judge others for every little thing as if I don’t have a long line of problems myself

I have an odd fascination with things like fairies and mermaids

I assume it’s because I usually find myself dedicating time to things that aren’t realistic

I guess that’s why I lock myself away in imaginary worlds in my head

Because reality isn’t pretty

And I’m a sucker for pretty things

I’m scared to death for the day I’ll realize that living in my head does me no good

And my mind will have only the bad thoughts

Filled to the brim

Too close to overflowing

I’m tired

Yesterday my exhaustion dragged me into bed

Closed my eyes but kept my mind awake

Steeling me into a world of darkness 

Instead of the dreamland I so badly wanted to escape to

I know this sounds weird but everyday I wonder if I make my bed just right

With the blankets smooth and the pillows perfectly aligned 

And keep my floors clean

Free from the dust and dirt

That I’ll finally pull myself together

Because I’m so afraid of actually looking into my problems

That I make the temporary fixes

That don’t help at all in the end

Hi, my name is Sophia

I enjoy reading, picking flowers 

And dancing alone in my kitchen

But I don’t allow myself to cry over things worth crying about

I have a drugged mind

And practiced facial expressions

My hobbies include:

Faking my way through life

Hiding behind excuses

And trying to convince myself

That I’m someone worth living for

You see, I don’t know much but I do know this:

I know that spring is the best time of year,

And I know that if so many beautiful things

Can come out of the death and cold that winter brings

That maybe one day

My season will change, too