I feel at home beneath the trees, high on the edge of cliffs or buildings, and up in the mountains.
Sometimes I drink too much.
My friends and family are dear to me, and I would kill for them.
Books are a good escape. So is living out of a backpack.
Smashing bottles, loud music, and screaming are good releases of pent-up anger.
When I'm sad I go for walks.
Rather shy, very passionate, often angry at the state of the world, lover of deep woods, night-time river swims, climbing anything, long talks and sitting outside in silence.
Talk to me about literally anything, I am often lonely and I like hearing about other people's lives.
There are times when I feel like my emotions are complete and utter over-reactions. Like today, on facebook, someone called my childhood best friend their best friend. I had a real three seconds of extreme rage, total jealousy, and wanting to cry.