Dum Dee Dum...i'm seventeen and i hate pink. I possess a mental phonebook with twenty-three contacts of people who matters. I have a fetish for all sorts of musical instruments. I aspire to be an accomplished pianist and harpist by my own standards. I live in my own self-created society that lauds nothing but individualism & independence. I seem to contradict myself every moment and leave everyone else confused and shrouded. Despite everything that frustrates the hell outta the people around, I'm madly in love with myself.
