I do not talk much, and people
tend to judge me before getting to know me.
I pretty much hate the world, and everyone in it.
I've been through enough to know what I am talking
about, and to know when someone is full of s**t.
I've been used, and mistreated enough to where I don't
trust anyone anymore. I've done so much for
others, and I get torn down in return. I'm not doing s**t
for anyone anymore, so don't even bother asking.
My name is Angel, and I am 19.
I have no religious preference, so don't nag me.
I am claustrophobic (among 24 other phobias), and have
split personality; Her name is Bri, short for Bridgette.
I get chronic migraines, I have acute developing depression,
which leads to the many other mental problems that I have.
Want to know more?, Comment me, and maybe I will let you in.
