I am seventeen years of age.
Yes, being awesome is my only talent.
I am a complicated girl raised in Leesburg, Florida.
No one is impeccable, no object is flawless,
and so nothing was perfect.
The conclusion to my life's philosophy is:
I shall never know enough to satisfy myself.
Some describe me as: dark, morbid, depressed,
troubled, dark humored, a deep person, an old soul,
introverted, obstinate, & sarcastic.
I suppose that is for you to decide, though.
Life is meaningless; everything has artistic value.
I live for that value, but plan an early, violent death.
My teacher told me the reason why I missed six
questions on a practice test was because I
"have a rebellious spirit" *head-desk*
Are you kidding me?
