Who am I? Who knows. A lot of people think I'm crazy, but I think I'm the sanest person I know. That might be because everyone I know is really, really crazy. Or it might be because I'm too crazy to know I'm crazy. I do think that I have an addictive personality. I'm a workaholic, a partyaholic, and I guess a travelaholic lately. I've probably been an alcoholic at points, but not so much these days. Right now I think I'm addicted to green tea. I'm probably a few other holics right now, too, but I'd rather keep those a mystery. I like to be mysterious. Or at least I like to think I'm mysterious. I'm probably not. I never stop thinking and am never satisified, yet the simplest things make me happy and content. I think that makes me complicated. It's all part of being mysterious. I don't know what it means to think inside the box. I hate boxes. They smell like cardboard. I have a lot of ideas, some brilliant, some crazy, none inbetween, but I can never tell the crazy ones from the brilliant ones. Maybe that's why people think I'm crazy. I am extremely shy, but a complete socialbutterfly- I can talk to anyone and meet people anywhere. I love meeting new people, and really getting to know people on a deep level. I don't like being alone. I wear my heart on my sleeve and am easily hurt, yet I am very protected. I use being mysterious as a way to hide how vulnerable I really am. I don't open up easily. Actually, that's not true, I'm too trusting and open up very easily to certain people... You might be one of those people. Are you?