I'm a Christian who forgets to read her bible. I listen to mostly punk and alternative music. I love pink and sparkles, and I love black and skeletons. I'm half princess, half warrior, half rebel and half goody-two-shoes. I don't weigh myself anymore. I have sprained my left ankle 4 times. Prior to that, I loved to run and dance. I spend a lot of time in my room listening to music. I love math. I love science. I like to write, but only on my own time. I have anxiety problems. I think I might be a little ADD. I'm freaked out by being an adult. I refuse to tell most people the way I voted. Not because it would offend them, but because I have a right not to. I draw on things. I have scars. I have stretch marks. I bite my lips constantly, especially when I'm thinking or stressed. My therapy is music. I'm creative. I'm messy. I'm organized. I'm impulsive. I feel guilty. Sometimes I want to back out of things because I don't get what I want. I'm baffled that I am here. That I am the same person who I was years ago, but not. I'm the same entity, but I'm different. I just can't believe that my consciousness in my body is here and now. Things used to be different.