You know that I've seen too many romantic dreams. Up in lights falling off the silver screen.

What makes me, me?
my adoration for my favorite lead singer
my calculations in math class that are most likely wrong
my dreams that are driven out west towards Hollywood
my fancy for indie films
my gathered knowledge about a certain boy band
my intended sarcasm that never seems to quite come across to others
my jam sessions with me, myself, and I
my love for unnoticed music
my obsession with concerts
my questioning on if there actually is “global warming”, which is an ongoing debate between the humanitarian and scientist within
my realization that dark purple nail polish and long car rides easily make bad days go away
my unruly outgrown bangs that I must continue to pin up until the end of who-knowswhen
my want for every single band t-shirt that has surfaced the world wide web
my zealous attitude when I hear Taylor Swift on the radio