I am ambitious, a romantic, idealist, realist, pessimist, optimist, masochist.
I am all of the above, it depends on the time of day, they grope for the number of percentage they want to consume of me. At this very moment, my masochist ego has the upper hand, revving up its energies along with my irritable, passive resolve to wait for things to happen.
Will it? Of course not.
I dont like it one bit, yet it is tragically who I am. Dont get me wrong, i dont hate it.
But summing up all that has just been said, you, whoever you are, can define me simply: sadly happy; blessed, scared.