“Songbird driving himself insane

Forgot why he even came this way

His new feathers are made of gold

Will shine on

You know he won’t get old.”

Early twenties, born on January 21th (Aquarius sun, Aries moon and Scorpio rising)

    Observing, brave, childish, imaginative, sadistic, energetic, independent. Something is wrong here, and it has been for a while, but who is to blame? Is it the parents, the upbringing, or the child? Some people are black sheep among the others, but she decided to be a crocodile, standing in the midst of the field, seeking to stand out. She craves attention and to be criticized, it's as though she thrives off of it. Has she given up on herself so young, preferring to be despised rather than attempt to be liked? An aspiring writer who has yet to realize that her ideas may be too much for others, including herself.