i'm karole.
and yes i did write all of this myself, asshole. first of all this is not an essay.
it is grammatically incorrect and lacking in capital letters.
it contains an overwhelming amount of repetitive sentence structure and the format is merely an organized matter extracted from the way my thoughts are organized,
with transition and subject relation between each subject but without conclusions to the topics themselves.
the reason why i extended my previous description is because the last was not well thought out and it showed no input of my retrospective ways of thinking.

i'm not trying to impress you, nor am i trying to advertise myself;
i'm just trying to warn some people of what they're getting themselves into. thinking can be a form of art,
it's a skill acquired by experience, study, or observation,
it takes practice and most of all it causes inspiration.
i'm doing this to help myself keep my thoughts together.
viewed as a self-contained machine, like a watch, whose laws of operation could never be understood. but it continues on.
the common over-individual. like driving on the freeway in slow traffic, trying to get to that destination but suffering through an endless reoccurance of trying-to-stop-me.

i absolutely hate hospitals, long outros and over-used crash symbols. i wear studded belts over bikinis. i never use the word "purse" because i think it's really ugly so i call them bags.
i can't stand wire hangers, i only use plastic ones.
i dream of running through the city in an indestructable hamster ball. i'm really shallow and judgemental, but not very straight-forward. i'm one of the few people who truly appreciates southern california. i still eat kid cuisine and spaghettios.
i don't drink water. i love burberry lotion and gucci II perfume. i have been playing music for over 8 years [piano].
i listen to music constantly when i'm alone, but when i'm with another person i turn it off because it kills my concentration.
except when i'm driving. i don't go to enough concerts, but i love them. i wish i had a camo microphone. i wish i were stronger, just so that i could push people over in a mosh pit. i rarely smoke and i rarely drink.

i live with only me. i speak two and a half languages; obviously english, fluent spanish, and french 'cause i am.
i like to wear pearls but i really shouldn't because it has become completely unoriginal.

when i go down my hallway to the kitchen at night, i turn on every light i pass. i'm not afraid of the dark, it's just a habit.
i hate people who can't take no for an answer. if your name ends in a Y or IE i'm going to want to spell it with a double E.

i used to like fall out boy and panic but now when it comes on the radio i scramble for the volume button.
i love when people make me mixtapes. i am emotionally weak, and i cry easily, just not in front of you.
i spend money as an anti-depressant, therefore, i'm a compulsive shopper. i don't sleep enough. my blood type is B positive and it's really rare. i can type up to 120 words per minute.

i'm not afraid of death but i have never tried to kill myself.
being suicidal is not trendy. neither is taking a picture of your steps, where you can't see your face, just so that people will comment saying how much they like your steps.


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