Lets start this simply, I am nineteen.
I've written many things in my lifetime, however I have a nasty habit of leaving them uncompleted. I have an unshakeable fear of failure, but I am working on that. I am female, I live with a boy that I do love and I don't have any friends. Mainly because I holed myself up in my house for months.
I'm useless sometimes.
Sometimes I will do anything to help a stranger.
Sometimes I put laundry detergent in fountains.
Sometimes I protest.
I love music.
I love life.