When did it become an undesirable trait to have your shit together at a young age? Or to be intelligent. To use big vocabulary words and know their meanings. To think philosophically and be open to new ideas? When did it become a bad thing to be genuine and unedited. To dress provocatively, but still be classy. To live with intensity, to feel and think with wholehearted and full-bodied emotion and reprise. To be yourself? I don't know, but these are questions I keep asking.
Hi, my name is Monique, but you can call me Lemon or Mo'$ or Meekers. I am one fucking crazy, intense, educated, beautiful, emotional, real bitch. I call out hypocrisy and bullshit, I cry over crap that is important to me, I am sarcastic until the point of being a douchebag, I curse a fuck ton, I am a dirty, yet elegant, whore. I over think everything, I listen to my music too loud and ask too many questions, I jump to the worst conclusions and say that I don't like hugs or shrimp when I really do, I seek out organized chaos and rampant zen. I am not a follower, I make my own path, even if that means the risk of foolish and painful failure. Upon meeting me, you will think that I am quite, demure, reserved, a perfectionist. This is true some of the time. I value and work towards balance. Upon knowing me, you will think that I have lost all my marbles, and have a marvelous natural high. So long as you show me respect and consistency, trust that I have a good reason for everything, and be your true self, I will reciprocate. Also, bribes of sugar and sparkles wouldn't hurt. If I give a big enough shit, I will be nothing short of genuine, loyal, honest, and sweet to you. But you have to tell me if/when I am being a fucking intense cunt. Lol. If you want to know something or have anything to say, just ask, just speak, I will listen. I will not compromise myself, but I can be fiercely flexible. I am the storm before the lull, and this is my manifesto.
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