MAGCON IS MY LIFE

There’s no place on my body, that I wouldn’t want your lips.

I knew this girl once. She was the living embodiment of a paradox. She wanted to be happy but found comfort in her sadness. She wanted to succeed in everything but at the same time saw no point in anything. She wanted to run away and she wanted to stay. She wanted her hair a thousand colors and she wanted it to be plain. She wanted to be someone who everyone loved but she ran away from the people who loved her. She wanted to have hope but she made herself hopeless. She was a human paradox. The kind of person who was never happy enough and never sad enough. She was just never what she wanted. She was a paradox in human clothing.