Life is just one suck fest after another. Don't get me wrong, there are things out there worth living for, worth dying for, but I don't see those things that often. I'm not a kid anymore, I grew up at a young age. I didn't have to, I wanted to. I saw the world for what it really was, and I can still see it that way. Nothin' bad ever happened to me when I was younger, I was a rambunctious kid. I ran around and did things that all the other kids did. But there are some things I don't like remembering. My nightmares weren't ever pretty, that's the only bad thing about me. That I know of, anyways.

I love;; the rain and dancing in it, music in the park, walking on sidewalks with autumn leaves on the ground, love songs, disco music, polaroids, photography, singing in the shower and hot showers at night, cart races down isles, freedom, swimming in the pool and feeling the sun dry away the water speckles, hopscotch and fire, vampires and other magical creatures, movies in the dark, listening to the wind blow against leaves, falling snow, honesty and romance, books and articles, comic strips and comic books, painless days, food and soda, love and family.

I don't love;; being accused of random fluffery, choking on my own spit while having a serious conversation with someone, myspace not having the songs that I want when I want them, how selfish I can get and then realizing that I'm not actually being selfish, caring about people who don't care about me [such is life, though], how retarded I look in certain photographs - like honestly - what the fuck is that?, people forcing me to censor myself - those little kids will have learned them in like two years - tops, knowing that I've made a mistake, knowing that I won't do anything about it until later, how much I love Flyleaf, not being in love, people for their stupid ability to be fucking slow when I want to haul ass to the next store, being incredibly awkward and knowing that rarely anyone will actually give a flying fuck.

What's my face like? It's like a face, a face that has particularly sad looking brown eyes almost all the time - with darker brown, red, and green flecks in them; it's a face with a broken nose that holds glasses up; it's a face that has permanently stained eye lids that change colour - from green, purple, blue and yellow; it's a face with lips that only Zombie kisses; it's a face with cheeks that can puff out fairly far to make a crazy expression; it's a face that has its imperfections but likes to be clean; it's a face that I've had for nearly seventeen years. It's my face.
I have skin that's often golden, and it is freckle littered. Like someone sneezed freckles on to me. Where their sneeze hit me is where I have a freckle. I'm often littered with bruises too, 'cause I really am a klutz. I fall, trip, and slide a lot. I'm easily bruised though, like a peach. My fingers are often stained with pencil smudges or ink, they just absorb the stuff like it's lotion or whathaveyou. I usually only paint the nails on my left hand, too. A part of my individual style and my lack of control with painting my other finger nails. [i suck] Sometimes, if I've stayed in the house for awhile, when I walk outside - my skin is practically transparent. It's pretty scary. 'Cause I can write with a pencil on to my skin.
I read, write, exercise ... my freedom of speech that is, sing, dance no matter where I am, curse like a sailor, wink suggestively at complete strangers and then proceed to run away from them, take photos of everything I can, punch Rapeface at least five times every time I see him, yell with Destrey when we're in the car, and bask in the glory of having my heart protected by Zombie.
I am insane. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise. My humor is still as twisted as it once was. I still hold my body language that can scare people and animals alike. My knuckles are daggers, so try to avoid getting hit with them, even by accident. [that still hurts, or so i'm told] Basically, I'm a bony motherfucker and I will use that against you. Haha, this is me trying to scare you, I guess. Lol, I'm fairly unsuccessful with being intimidating while not in person.
I listen to a lot of sksk, tv, wt, tso, td, and t.a.t.u. I watch a fuck load of movies. And I eat a lot of food, like a lot of food. A lot, a lot. Um, I'm not awesome. The End.