.Official First Post.

The future of this blog has not yet been decided, until then. I dont think I will be posting much stuff thats personal o_O;; Really sucks to be you. (yes you, the people that think reading about people's crappy lives is fun!)

I do feel like I owe whoever reads this some information; So here it is. (this may get a bit lengthy)

I'll start with my friends. FiFi, Dashiell, Megan, Alex, Angela, Arch, Steven, Mark, Eric, Bruce (LMAO), Lilla, Lizzy, Rachel, Winny, Karrah, Sara, Kayla, Beckah, Jessica, Natalie. These include internet friends and such, also they are in no order. If I forgot you, sorry, obviously you haven't talked to me in a while so it's your own damn fault.

I'm a girl, medium length brown hair which is on the verge between curly and wavy. If anyone thinks that curly/wavy hair is "oh so perfect", it's not. It's hell. I'm an okay height I guess. Im not sure if Im tall or short, my grade is pretty tall compared to others. I have a few medical conditions. But that is not of your concern. My eyes change color, unlike many, mine change depending on my mood. Almost all the time my eyes are a amber/light brownish red color. They only change when something major happens, whether I'm the happiest I've ever been, the saddest, or the maddest.

My thoughts tend to try to kill me. Literally. Sometimes even unintentionally. Whenever this happens, I walk outside and watch the stars. It's something about them that opens my thoughts up. I find myself wondering about things I haven't ever thought about. Wanting answers, getting none.

I have two brothers and a mother and a father. I guess I dont talk about my siblings much, because many of my friends seem to not know I have a second brother.

You can always get me to laugh, and I *love* laughing. Be funny plox. But when it comes to smiling, I dont. The smiles you get in pictures usually are not sincere. In fact I hate pictures. Pictures are a way to dwell on the past. No matter what you do, the person in the picture will change without you knowing, they may not look like that usually either. A picture is a capture of a false then. It's nothing in my eyes. I have the profiles of my family and friends in my mind. That is good enough for me.

I have an addiction to swearing. Live with it. It's not as bad as my friend Winny, she went up to over 150+ swear words in a school day; And that was only when we were counting.

I ***HATE*** Fucking British Accents. <-- My friend so wonderfully reminded me of this while I was writing this blog. Thank you Steven <3>