Guess!

Why are you reading this? I am no one interesting, just your typical hormonal teen.

I write -- I suck at it, but I write. I am not a person that really obsesses over music or bands, I am a more reading freak. I love to read. It's kind of my thing. Most of friends say I live in my own fantasy, and I can tell you that they are most certainly correct. I like to ignore the negative and dream of the positive. As you can see I am a major procrastinator. I seriously still have assignments due for school that are weeks late, yet somehow I am able to receive a passing grade. I am a fruit loop whore. I will shove that shit down my throat everyday for the rest of my life if I could. 

I am the 'goody two shoes' out of my group of friends, which consist of druggies, sexually frustrated pervs, and anime obsessing couch potatoes. I am the one person that hasn't either done drugs, snuck out, jerked off -- if that's possible -- or even kissed. But I am not as pure as my outer mask may show. For some random reason I find the most disturbing books ever, my friends say that they are drawn to my innocent structure. I've read some pretty deep books like The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Love and Other Perishable Items (or Good Oil), and Fault Lines all by accident. 

Anyways, moving on, read my books. Google me and try to find me on them social medias, like MySpace! Uh, PM and stuff.

So I've got to go, my mummy is calling me, bye!!!