Not twelve anymore. Not even a teenager as I have figured out what's wrong with me. it's quite simple really: Sometimes I feel worthless. I have also found the solution: I have friends.

who needs to date someone who isnt even really their type? Not me. I'm happy being me. and I'm sick of trying to pretend i'm something I'm not.

So this is me. I'm four foot eleven inches, i weigh roughly one hundred and thirty seven pounds. I'm not thin by any means, but i'm also not fat, and i'm happy with it. I have brown eyes. Not greenish-brown or golden brown... just flat brown with nothing special mixed in. My hair? black. plain old flat black. and I keep it short because i dont like to take the time to brush it. I have a pug nose, which, on a good day could be called a pixie nose. and i have a full mouth that isnt always apt to smile.

Inside, i'm insecure and conflicted, but i'm working on it, and I'm happier withmyself then most of the girls i know. My favorite color is pink and i'm not really all that creative... i just pretend to be. I like to make up stories, but i sometimes forget to draw the line between real and fantasy. i'm not sorry for it.

I love folk music, and punk. and occationally i even like emo and pop. i'm a horrible writer and I could never be anything you want me to.

and i dont want to.