The only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yearn or say a commonplace thing . . . but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night.

Mature just-adult who moved states and is going to an unexpected university for FSM only knows what. Habitually oppositional, incredibly insecure, can't stand routine, hate violence, don't believe in God, fate, or myself except as a bundle of codependantly functioning neurons giving the impression of a soul.

Also addicted to sunshine. And cats.