Existence? Well, what does it matter. I exist on the best terms I can. I'll be the woman of your nightmares. So, their's this funny thing that happens. People. ALWAYS get tired of me. There's very few people who've stuck with me so far, and even still, I hardly see them. I like quiet slow things. In contrast to that, I also like low booming noise that shakes your body from the inside out. I'm the reasoning type. Very open about giving chances. That being said, don't take that as "I can use her anytime I want and she'll always forgive me." Heartbreak can only go so far deary. I'm quite the jester but know when maturity is needed. That about sums everything up. I also enjoy talking like a pirate sometimes.