I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
I am young and easily bored. I'm a redhead with long eyelashes and I talk too fast and too much. I love run-on sentences, mint tea, and lousy poetry. I'm in love with a boy with a beard and the way everything looks right after it snows. I will always believe in true love.
No enigmas here.