I constantly waver between extremes and I thrive on the consequential chaos. I'm a shy extrovert who generally prefers solitude. Emotionally, I can come off as distant and unconcerned, but in reality, I am much more invested than anyone could ever imagine. If I were to truly and completely express my feelings, I'd drown in them. Equilibrium sounds nice but I'm too restless to ever achieve it. I'm restless because I'm always seeking stability. I am the sort of person who mulls over every aspect of any decision obsessively but inevitably will always go with my instincts. I go into all endeavors with reckless abandonment. I am guilty of being a quasi-perfectionist. I am so much of a bibliophile that the simple act of purchasing textbooks excites me. There is nothing more exquisite than the scent of pages in a brand new book. My sarcasm isn't one of my more endearing traits, but apparently my honesty is. Breaking with convention is my modus operandi.