My name is Isabella. I find fulfillment in a tall glass of strawberry milk and a platter of Italian food. Of all the things I lost, I miss my mind the most. I memorize ceilings, hide under tables and in trees, and my favorite sense is that of feeling.
I was born in the wrong era. I am the epitome of dorky and awkwardness. I relax to the sounds of metal music and I absolutely love Harry Potter and Star Wars. I have trust issues, a caffeine dependency, and an ongoing love affair with sleep deprivation. I over-analyze most things.
How strange it is to be anything at all.