11:56 pm. I rush to produce some random character traits without the time to edit myself:

1. I make myself available to intense bouts of sentimentality.
2. I settle to one path like a wild horse on his first day of taming.
3. I’m distracted from nearly everything I am consigned to doing by my own perceived potential.
4. I’m generally opposed to long term plans and goals and I wear that opposition too proudly.
5. I can just as easily mangle beauty by romanticizing it.
6. I thrive when I am trusted.
7. I sometimes lie when it suits me because I’ve learned that I can.
8. I can feel guilty for things I am only thinking about doing.
9. I want to be recognized.
10. My ego is much more fragile than I let myself believe.
11. I’m determined to leave a mark though I don’t know yet what that mark would be or what purpose it could possibly serve or why, even, it might be important.
12. I think I look preposterous in hats.
13. I have never liked my hair.
14. My biggest fear, perhaps, is being ordinary.
15. I have turns of selfishness and selflessness, I think; my friends might never be sure what mood I am in.
16. I was the keener that put his hand up for all the teacher’s questions. And it has remained important for me to be the best, at everything, at something, at one thing, even; and I don’t suppose that I am.
17. I am sometimes convinced that everything important that needed to be said has been said and everything important that needed to be done has already been done; and, increasingly, that nothing much matters much which is a terribly ordinary sort of apathy.

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