I tend to call myself the "Crazy Traveling Gypsy." Where ever I go, I attract many many people. While vice versa, they affect my life dramatically. Meeting new faces where ever I go, it becomes a part of me; getting to know new people and getting to know their background. But it slowly drives me crazy, mentally. The humans turn to me to tell me their problems and I slowly sympathize and/or empathize, making me feel as if it was my problem. It messes me up. So that is why when I move from one place to the other or making a new chapter in my life (hence Gypsy)... I become crazier and crazier and weirder and more myterious.
Unknown "Boo-Yaka!" Playful - 16 years, 9 months, 1 day ago