Welcome to my silly life.
Freshman. Thirteen. Such a little number.
There's more to me than that. I'm more mature than most my age. Don't be surprised.
I tend to be called mean.
Don't be so hurt; I'm quite selective about whom I treat very nicely. Deal with it.
Emotional and scarily thoughtful.
Very similar to my father.
I often get impatient.
I hurt the ones I love. I'm imperfect; too bad if you can't get that in your head.
I love writing. My works may be shit to you--but that isn't my problem.
Compliments are what I love getting.
My desktop is dear to me.
Depression? Been there. Self-harm? Done that.
I wish I was good at dancing. God, I envy talented dancers. The way they move makes me so jealous.
An honor student. I'm not very stupid. So don't fuck with me.
Do I sound like the typical thirteen-year-old?
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