Madness—It’s not stupid.

Everyone has a madness. This is a list of mine.

No matter how much I shop, I can never find a nice outfit in my closet. (Okay, this one’s a cliché but it’s true.)

My favorite sweater is the one I took from my grandma’s closet.

When I wear both perfume and body butter, I can only smell the scent of body butter.

I’m pretty sure the world isn't going to end within the coming millennium. Even if it did, I have a strong feeling that I’d be spared.

I sleep so I don’t have to eat. It’s my best dieting technique.

I’m not sure if I’m really mature or just really naïve.

When all fingers are on me, I have a strong desire to cut them off.

I smile and laugh too much that I have wrinkles too young.

I love earrings but I never put them on because I think they make me look like a drag queen.

I have been writing a vampire book for eight months. I’m pretty sure it’s going to finish in ten to fifteen years. (Hey, the first Harry Potter took 6 years to finish, right? J.K kept hesitating on the first chapter, whether it should be the conversation between Dumbledore and McGonagall or the meeting between The British Prime Minister and Fudge. So I’m taking as much time as I need.)

I’m okay with bumps and bruises along the way. It’s not like I’m titanium; I can always get a little bit tougher.

I own a pair of fake Dr. Dre’s Monster headphones that I use every day. They’re usable.

Jobs and college majors don’t tell me much about the kind of person someone is.

I don’t put much effort into my lies. I want the truth to come out one day. (Maybe I’m just saying that because I’m not a very good liar or maybe I’m a very good liar and I just want to make you a little startled with this post.)

This should give you an idea about me.

Everyone has a madness. Care to share yours?