Take me to Paris. Don’t know me? Don’t judge me. Think you know me? You have no idea. You know my name... not my story. Ana. 17, old enough to know what's right, too young to care. I’m the kind of girl who is quiet in large groups or around people I don’t know; you only see the real me if we’re close. I smile and laugh a lot, especially at the most inappropriate times. I’m a hopeless romantic who’s too afraid to fall herself. I trip over air, up stairs, and over people’s feet. I am the hardest person to offend, but it is all too easy to make me feel horrible. I hate telling people about my problems; they don’t need to worry about me. I’m the one who listens to other people’s problems. I believe people should not be judged before one takes the time to get to know them, yet I am guilty of doing that exact thing. I love to think rather than talk. I’m awkward, clumsy, shy, strange… but this is me. Take it or leave it.  for you glen coco :) Demi Lovato. Fam[ily]. My Laa-Laa. Swift’s songs. Paris. Best friends. Watermelons. Getting silly. Summer. Sun. Beach. Books. CSI series. Niall Horan. Gossip girl. Movies based on Nicholas Sparks novels. Pink, fashionable side of life. Love stories. Prince Charming. Roller coasters. Quotes. Starbucks. Cotton candies. Candies. Traveling. Photography. Animales. Sunglasses. Floral print. Food. Wishing on a shooting star. Justin Bieber. Canadians. Dreamers. Singing. Smiling. Hugs. Stars. Bracelets. LOLing. Inside jokes. Mc Donald’s. Icecreams. Taking pictures. Sky. Pranking. Belie[b/v]ing. Tinker Bell. Shopping. Skinny jeans. Spaghetti. Glitter. Sarcasm. if you can dream it, you can be it.