...And pomeranians..

I was once a loveless romantic, however love is no longer a commodity of which I lack.

I am a midget, I do not argue that.

I am not going to say that you will never find another person such as myself, for the human race has an insatiable appetite for sex and an obsession with producing children. At an estimation of 6.8 billion people on Earth, it would be foolish of me to consider myself a "unique snowflake." You can find someone such as myself. You would just have a damn hard time tryin'.

I do have a clone, however. Her name is Marcela and her surname changes with a frequency akin to the days of the week.

I'm a walking contradiction. Although I place great importance on politics, they typically fail to interest me.

To my estimation, love and pain are two sides of the same coin. You can't have one without the other, and to believe otherwise would require you to be laughably naive. I have come to embrace both, for the absence of one would make the other bland. Empty. Inconclusive.

I am not pessimistic. I am realistic. There happens to be a difference. Optismism leaves you unprepared for any negative outcomes that are sure to result. Pessimism numbs you, the mental equivalent to novacaine.

Contrary to what is written above, I am not an unpleasant person. I am not something that fits into a single adjective. I'm not "happy" or "nice" or "cruel" or "negative." I am all of these, yet I am none of these. I am a confusing mess, yet I am simple. I believe that the human persona is not one concrete thing that can be described. As with everything, it is subject to change, and change cannot be predicted or explained.

I am anticlimactic.

[Mary Greenway.]