i don't happen.
i put hot sauce on everything.
i hate people. a lot.
i despise being touched.
i listen to depressing classical music in the dark while sitting there in my underwear drawing things that make no sense.
i often make no sense.
i still eat off of kiddie plates.
i'm a picky eater, and i hate junk food.
i have over 4,000 songs on my computer.
i hate holding hands. you never know where someone's fingers have been.
i used to have a dog, before i moved 3209482374 times and became an unlovable, nonsensical trainwreck. his name was barley.
now i have two cats. i talk to them. they don't talk back, which is okay with me.
i usually spend my money on books. all my money.
i have a morbid, disturbing, non sequitor, overactive imagination and i usually have issues keeping my imaginations in my head.
people usually hate me. not that i blame them.
i play guitar, piano, drums, bass, and i sing.
i'm terrified of needles and blood and heights and germs and close spaces and too many people and airplanes and elevators and cars and trains and those spinny things on playgrounds and microwaves and electric outlets and certain small furry animals and insects of all sorts and snakes and most of all i'm afraid of dissapointing people, even if i hate their guts.
i have obsessive compulsive disorder, recurrent brief depression, as well as bad vision, bad hearing, paranoia about everything, the beginnings of what i think might be either arthritis or carpal tunnel, and way too many freckles.
i have enormous eyes and i hate them.
i constantly feel the need to be chewing on something, such as gum, fingers, my ID tag, my cell phone (it's really a wonder i haven't broken it yet), or other people.
i like to dance, but only if people cant see me.
i have nightmares all the time. especially before tests.
i usually always end up slacking off in school and scraping by with B's.
i hate a lot of the people i used to be really close friends with because they were dickheads (and still are).
i don't do drugs, and i don't drink anymore. it's really a waste of time, energy, and brain cells. plus, i'm enough of a fucked up freak already, i don't need help.
i can cook really well, especially cookies even though i hate cookies.
i have a six-octave vocal range, except when i'm sick or right after i'm sick, when i have no vocal range and kind of sound like stevie nicks (god forbid).
if i don't write often, my thoughts get all stopped up inside my brain and i get really depressed and kind of mean.
i used to be a pretty violent person, but i've mellowed out. same with loudness, but i still talk a mile a minute.
i love taking pictures. of everything.
piano is my favorite instument that i can play, but cello is my favorite instrument of all.
i hate people. a lot.
i despise being touched.
i listen to depressing classical music in the dark while sitting there in my underwear drawing things that make no sense.
i often make no sense.
i still eat off of kiddie plates.
i'm a picky eater, and i hate junk food.
i have over 4,000 songs on my computer.
i hate holding hands. you never know where someone's fingers have been.
i used to have a dog, before i moved 3209482374 times and became an unlovable, nonsensical trainwreck. his name was barley.
now i have two cats. i talk to them. they don't talk back, which is okay with me.
i usually spend my money on books. all my money.
i have a morbid, disturbing, non sequitor, overactive imagination and i usually have issues keeping my imaginations in my head.
people usually hate me. not that i blame them.
i play guitar, piano, drums, bass, and i sing.
i'm terrified of needles and blood and heights and germs and close spaces and too many people and airplanes and elevators and cars and trains and those spinny things on playgrounds and microwaves and electric outlets and certain small furry animals and insects of all sorts and snakes and most of all i'm afraid of dissapointing people, even if i hate their guts.
i have obsessive compulsive disorder, recurrent brief depression, as well as bad vision, bad hearing, paranoia about everything, the beginnings of what i think might be either arthritis or carpal tunnel, and way too many freckles.
i have enormous eyes and i hate them.
i constantly feel the need to be chewing on something, such as gum, fingers, my ID tag, my cell phone (it's really a wonder i haven't broken it yet), or other people.
i like to dance, but only if people cant see me.
i have nightmares all the time. especially before tests.
i usually always end up slacking off in school and scraping by with B's.
i hate a lot of the people i used to be really close friends with because they were dickheads (and still are).
i don't do drugs, and i don't drink anymore. it's really a waste of time, energy, and brain cells. plus, i'm enough of a fucked up freak already, i don't need help.
i can cook really well, especially cookies even though i hate cookies.
i have a six-octave vocal range, except when i'm sick or right after i'm sick, when i have no vocal range and kind of sound like stevie nicks (god forbid).
if i don't write often, my thoughts get all stopped up inside my brain and i get really depressed and kind of mean.
i used to be a pretty violent person, but i've mellowed out. same with loudness, but i still talk a mile a minute.
i love taking pictures. of everything.
piano is my favorite instument that i can play, but cello is my favorite instrument of all.