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                                            I don't have much to say about myself. If you're here, you probably found me on chatterbox. My name is Johanna and I'm 20 years young. My life consists of work and school at a consistent rate. I only have one pet, and that's my dog luffy. He's a maltese, but i like to keep him bald because it's always so hot weathered. I'd like to believe I have a talent, and that's to draw whenever I feel like doing so. I'm currently in my second year of college and I'm on my way to medical school after. I dislike to feel useless, worthless, or meaningless. I've already been there once, and I don't want to go back again. I love myself in every aspect, though I have to lay off the pastelitos. That will never happen though.
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                                            I'm a graveyard full of emotions.
                                            I sometimes wish my feelings could disappear. To eat an ice cream and having those lingering feelings makes my ice cream taste nothing like a cold sweet dollop of daisy and to have a fresh cup of fruit is like having a solid piece of syrup. To miss someone is painful, especially when it's difficult to talk about amongst friends. I believe my mind is playing games, and that I should've just gotten it over with. I have, but I haven't. It's like a lingering sprain on the knee. It's tolerable, but I can still feel it.. I miss the hugs, and the times where my hands were warmed up. I warm my hands up with my car heater for now, which isnt' bad, but something so materialistic isn't going to last a lifetime. I don't think the love I had will ever be given to anyone else that way i've given it you. I was like a cat, difficult to please, but at a certain time I enjoyed to heavily. I want to apologize but I don't, and when I do, I don't know what for. I'd like to think it's because I believe I wasn't talented or that I wasn't good enough at the time, but I remember I do have my certain aspects that are lovely. There's times where I want to apologize because I wasn't clingy, because if I were, I might have still been stuck to you like glue. Second thoughts are nothing but the streams of "what if", so I try avoid it. I always believed that I'll never be as cool, or as great as you are, though my life feels more like a competition right now after facing my difficulties. It kind of reminds me of mean girls, but without the friendship rejection. I thought I was going to be just like mulan and have my own little dragon to guide me onto the proper path of happiness. I was just a big baby. If you're still reading, then stop. I know you didn't stop though, because that's just who you are. You don't listen. Poophead.