I’m Madison and I have no idea what I’m doing with my life.
I try to play cello and I read and sing a lot.
I bite my nails and I can hardly walk without tripping.
My heart’s a few sizes too big for me, and I just keep cramming more into it.
I’m constantly stuck between deciding whether I am in love with everything or nothing at all.
I’m emotionally out of sound and out of my mind.
I like to give hugs.
I’m working on being confident and strong, and even though I’m not quite there yet, I’ll find myself happy someday.
I’m an asymmetrical perfectionist with too much on my plate and too much on my mind.
The person I like to call mine is quite possibly the best thing to ever waltz into my life. Mind the cheesiness/honesty.
I can’t dance but sometimes it happens anyways.
I can’t write, but sometimes it happens anyways.
I can’t love, but sometimes it happens anyways
I can’t sleep, but sometimes