She had all of the potential to be a complete psychopath.
Intensely neurotic and overly affectionate, she managed to constantly give off the wrong impression.
Sometimes I liked to act like there was something about her that made her drastically different from everyone else, but maybe there never really was.
Maybe she was just another crazy bitch.
But maybe not.
Her hair was never the same color for too long, and neither was her taste in anything. Eclectic may be the most accurate word to describe her - her tastes varied and vast. Her sense of style was pretty near non-existent most of the time, but then she was always rather decently put together. Always eager to learn and adapt, she would keep her ears and her mind open to new types of people and ideas.
And sometimes she was really very beautiful. But mostly she was rather average, though her quirky personality sometimes managed to enhance her appearance. You know, if you're into that kind of thing.
Sometimes she would get this far off look in her eye, and I could see that she was in pain. Most would just attribute this to her daddy issues or her unstable home life, but I always knew it was something more. She had this desire and longing that permeated her every day life and saturated her thoughts, and an acute fear of dying that drove her passion for life. And her passion for others, which often surpassed her love of herself.
Adventurous and young, she still had much to learn and discover. Her body was clay, susceptible to the molding of others, and I suppose she still had awhile to go until she would be ready for the fire of the kiln.
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