Untitled Girl

Hi, my name is Giorgia and I've 15 years old. I live in Rome. I am a girl, nothing original, you're right. Gesticulate when I speak, I stumble when I walk and I love coffee with lots of sugar. I love everything that is unattainable and distant. I like to believe in happy endings and that it comes by itself as a divine gift, and I am firmly convinced that the stories do not have one, do not deserve to be called such. In most cases I just meant as a "happy ending" just a big laugh after an argument, a letter arrived at its destination or a spot that goes away from your favorite shirt. My problem is that I think too much. I write something, but I think other ten, which makes me somewhat abstruse create links, and people can never tell if I'm a genius or an idiot. I always choose second. I do not pretend to say "but I'm different," because now we tend to define themselves as "different" and more will fall into triviality, and "trivial" is perhaps the last adjective I want to be defined. Let's say I have any, have everything and nothing, I am better than some and worse than many. Let's say that I am the one with which you can get coffee whenever you want, and will do everything to bring the sugar.