If you could look into my brain youd see one thing - colors. These rays of lights shine within my cranium like a disco ball at a cheesy 90's prom, and you, the intruder, are the girl in puffy sleeves trying to fulfill every high school dream with me circling above you. These lights come in all different shades and… Read More
If you could look into my brain youd see one thing - colors. These rays of lights shine within my cranium like a disco ball at a cheesy 90's prom, and you, the intruder, are the girl in puffy sleeves trying to fulfill every high school dream with me circling above you. These lights come in all different shades and hues. The bright ones contain memories that have shaped me into the person Ive become, like the day I figured out that chemistry and biology weren't for me - but writing, that was my thing. The pastel lights are ideas that have potential to be great but have not been fully thought out yet, which I would tell you about, but that wouldn't do my ideas justice. And the dark ones, those are the things that you learn from bad experiences and never want to do again, like when I decided to do a split, and instead, popped my hamstring. These lights, though blinding at first, can give you the impression that I am a person of little attention span. And, though that is somewhat true, it is those lights that let you see the many aspects of Sheska - the girl with the name no one can pronounce correctly, whose curly hair has a mind of its own, whose cupcakes would make you swoon, and whose personality no one can resist. Read Less
