She wears patched rainboots more for sentimental value than anything else.
Certainly not for practicality.
She falls in love easily. Out of love, not so much. 
She fell in love with a city once. She is in love now.
She has a drip in the bedroom cieling-- ceiling. (She never could get that right.)
She's an escapist. She could spend all day in bed dreaming.
She loves chocolate, the darker, the better.
She's a night person.
She suspects she snores.
She has become very good at presenting herself one way to please people.
Sometimes, she hates herself. But most times she doesn't mind herself at all.
She's a hypochondriac but a mild one.
She still dreams of New York.
She has the potential to be a hermit though she is one girls whose psyche is too overcrowded for this to work for too long.
She's the kind of girl who can't speak her mind but will explode if she doesn't write it down.
She's New Agey and a bleeding heart liberal.
She believes in God and yoga and meditation and magic.
She hates being wrong.
She loves contradictions because she is one.
She loves many things-- she probably loves you.