Fourteen years and fourteen months.
Every moment, every mistake, it was all worth it.
I'm short, very very short. But my temper is shorter.
I'm slightly chunky, but I don't mind. Do you?
I'm perfect the way I am, but I wouldn't mind being a little more perfect.
I believe that everyone is beautiful, no matter what.
I'm loud, louder than your iPod.
I'm happy, the happiest I've ever been.
I'm comfortable in my skin, and that's more than many peole can say about themselves.
If you're prude, cover your ears whenever I open my mouth at all.
I trip over everything, everything and so much more.
I'm always tired; I don't get enough sleep at night.
I love my nightmares.
Dreams are only twisted reflections of life.
I'm covered in bruises and scars.
I actually read, I love to read.
I'm scared of toasters, the way they viciously spit toast at me.
I crash into parked vehicles, more than most people crash into speeding cars their whole life.
I chase birds; have since once upon a time.
I can't dance, but I do anyway. In public.
I love walking barefoot. I get very weird looks, but I love those too.
My life has not begun yet, I'm still waiting.
I'm irresponsible, impulsive, spontaneous, reckless.
I'm impatient, selfish, thoughtless.
I'm yet to grow up.
I want to live in Neverland, with all the other lost children.
But I’m happy here in Wonderland for now.
I can't use chopsticks properly. I never could.
I move on faster than i should, faster than a runaway train.
I make sense to two people and those two only.
They know me.
You don't know me. No you don't.

The 60's, the Japanese culture. Hello Kitty, Gloomy Bear, Pokemon. Blythe dolls. Fashion, photography, art. Make up is art too.

Rock, emo, screamo, techno, trance, punk, pop-punk, pop, acoustic.

Alice in Wonderland, Aladdin, Winnie the Pooh, The Little Mermaid, Click, Family Man, Scary Movie, The Ring, The Grudge.

The Fairly Odd Parents, Spongebob Squarepants, Invader Zim, Friends.

The Art of Murder by Jose Carlos Somoza.