Not surprisingly, April was the most difficult character for me to type.
As an INFJ, I longed for a romance of depth and purpose: for a man to understand who I was deep inside, beyond the friendly smile I put on for anyone I encountered. INFJ's are deeply internalized individuals filled with intrinsic joy and melancholy at the same time.
Are you waiting for tomorrow? Does the future look brighter than today? Are you thinking, “When is my life actually going to begin?” or “Maybe things are going to get better later”?
Do you know how incredibly freeing it is to be okay with failing?
"I am a man of my fortune, and I must seek my fortune- Henry Avery, 1694