- I love that I'm perfectly happy laying in my bed at night or walking to class alone with a nice book in hand. Not many people can be "alone" without feeling "lonely". But I can.
- I love that I can be plopped into a room full of strangers that I don't know and by the end of my stay, I would make at least a few new buddies :)
- I love that I can appreciate art in any form and find something I love about it - whether it's a nicely put together room, or a beautiful painting or a classical masterpiece.
- On the same note, I love that I can find something I love or admire about a person and therefore I can never ever truly hate anyone :)
- I love that, as a general rule, I am full of love and compassion... even though my patience gets low sometimes when I'm handling too many peoples' woes at the same time.
- I love how nice I can be when people are having a bad day. Especially in person. In person I can be a lovely person.
- I love how I am confident enough to know that weeping openly for bateauty is not a weakness.
- I love that for me, art is not something to boast. It's a creative thing within. So I don't feel the need to post my best photographs on FaceBook to justify and publicize my "talent."
- I love how fluid I am when I am with people. I am strong but flexible like bamboo.
- I love that I am able to forgo my wants when I feel that something is in the best interest of different people. Peoples' happiness turn into my happiness.
- I love that I have no shame in saying I am a virgin, that it actually makes me feel proud.
- I love how I feel in water.
- I love that I can "fix myself" whenever I get into my ruts of despair. I actually love that peoples' help bothers me and that I can eventually climb out of my hole by myself. It makes me stronger.
- I love that true emergencies make me think on my feet and I am able to do so at any given moment.
- Despite what many say about me, I actually AM a great friend. No matter what anyone says, actions speak louder than words. Why else would friends that I don't talk to for months at a time come to me in their own times of sadness?
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