This is mostly for people who've been asking how I've been doing from day to day, but if you've just joined me, I'll tell you a little bit about myself.
First of all, my name. I don't have one. This isn't for any Internet security reason. Names are overrated, just semi-pretty sounds that burst out when you need to seperate yourself from everyone else. The parts of me that make me who I am have no names.
The basis for this blog: Me and my screwed up little brain. I'll take it from the top: I have Nonverbal Learning Disorder and you'll have to look that up yourself. In spite of that, I'm a certified genius somehow (probably a loop hole of some kind), but I'm also in high school, so I'm an idiot. I'm chronically depressed, a Prozac baby for two years. (Actually, I'm a Zoloft baby now, but still.) I'm bisexual, and if you have a problem with that, I'll be more than happy to tell you where to shove it. I One hate crime was enough for me. Since said hate crime, I've now added post traumatic stress disorder to my every growing list of maladies...and...rounding it off, next week, I'm making my hillionth jillionth trip to the doctor, because now I might have synesthesia. Depending on your tastes, I may be quite fun company...
The purpose of this blog: I'm a whiny teenager, and need to whine for an audience. Just watch, I'll probably abandon this thing after two weeks.
A few more basic facts:
Age: 15
Lives in: Denver, but always considers Seattle "home."
Likes: Writing, books without pictures, swearing, caffeine, long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners....couldn't keep a straight face on that one.
Dislikes: Cheerleaders, Hot Pockets, MTV, arcades, the fantasy genre, people who pronounce every syllable of the word "comfortable", poetry written by teenagers, and people.
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