Luna vidit et novit mei variantque timores...
A few things first...
Yes, I am eighteen. No, I don't look like it. I probably never will. I am a girl. I don't have an identifiable sexuality. I can be the most annoying person you will meet. Ever. Just warning you. And I also say 'ever' a lot. I love fantasy, and I love to read, but I hate all those young adult novels about some random chick meeting some mysterious guy and whatnot. I don't care about her stupid boring life and how friggin' hot the guy is. Just saying. I can be horribly critical and downright blunt at points in time. A lot of the time I don't even feel sorry for it. Sometimes I do, if I care about you. But if you're some stranger, I don't really give a rat's a**. I can be a total smartass, a douchebag, a b***h, and bold. Not even in the good way. Life can suck. Period. But it has its highlight moments that make it worthwhile. Which is worth it in the end. My life is dysfunctional, as are many people's. I don't have a hard life, but it isn't smooth sailing twenty-four seven. But when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. Or, as my Physics teacher said, "Attack the hills!", which is one of the truest statements ever. Don't slow down when you're about to go over the top; make it over and then you can slow down. Life is what you make of it, though, so make the best of it. Because this is the only life you're going to get. I have the best group of friends ever. They are all so great and amazing. They help me in so many ways. And even though we don't always get along or we get caught in sticky situations, we always manage to pull through and make it out. I love them more than they could know. They make my life 67% better. 72% on good days. I cry really easily, even though I don't like other people to know it. I also don't like crying in public. I get startled really easily. Like you could sneak up behind me and I'll lay an egg from fright. I can be a total dork at times. And I can be...as my friend puts it, 'ugly'. Not ugly as in physically ugly (I think that's a stupid word) but just acting in a really horrendous way. I am in current possession of a snuggly rat, and a demonic cat who only loves me. There was a house centipede residing under my bed named Ernya, but he seems to have left. I stink at flirting or being flirty. Subtlety is also not my specialty. I like people that I can get into long, intellectual conversations with. I absolutely hate conversations that go, "Hey." "How are you?" "Good." "What are you up to?" "Nothing. You?" "Not much." That. Is boring. I'm also a notorious grammar/spelling Nazi. Forewarning. I like to think that I'm an interesting person that you can get into fun conversations with.
If you have any issues going on with your life and you want to talk to me, PM me about anything. I love to help.
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"All those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars, while you could only dream of getting out, getting anywhere, getting all the way to the FBI....."