If there was a word that's best suited for myself, it would be strange. If you were to ask the eleven year old Lisa how she thinks she'd be like by the age of seventeen, this would most definitely not be it. Things that use to fascinate me, fascinated me no more. I remember when I was younger, I used to watch The OC over and over again for a few years. There was this episode, one of the characters said that this girl was like a puppy; once you show her affection, she'd be following you around everywhere. I see myself like that right now. I have come to realize that I am indeed disgustingly clingy. I like being treated nicely and how there was a person who didn't mind responding to any of my silly thoughts (mind you, silly thoughts is an understatement. My brain revolves around what if's and never-gonna-happen theories). It was like an addiction, just spilling every detail of your day to one particular person. I don't think I'll ever find another person who wouldn't mind as much. Time passes by, circumstances differ, feelings change. I would like to think that like every other "hard patch" I had to go through, this too shall pass.