I am not a perfectionist. I am an idealist; a dreamer. The world that I prefer is that which I create. Ideally, I suffer, I learn, I love, I live...I live.
Really, I exist. Not unlike the mood-ring upon my finger, I simply and superficially change color to adapt to situations in which I find myself.
I think that I am on the verge of insanity. The line between reality and the concoctions of my own imagination is becoming increasingly blurred with each passing day. I know it will be the death of me.
Simply put, I daydream.
Simply put, an alcoholic drinks.
This is an addiction like any other; all-consuming and violent. I cannot recall a time, if ever there was one, that I have been sober.
Hi, I'm BeeMarie, and I am a Daydreamer.
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