|I love the lighting for this, but mostly the memories.|
Really, Not All That Bad--Introduction.I want to sleep more, goddammit.Really, Not All That Bad--Introduction. by WrenoftheCookes
However, the stupid alarm clock does not agree with me. I resolve to teach it a lesson about who's in charge, but sit up, my hand fingering the button on the side of the bed that raises me up. I open my eyes, and feel the familiar, but always alien, sensation of my arm moving with a will of it's own--I usually want to nail it down, but when my hand knocks against the alarm clock and sends it flyign to the ground, I smile in spite of myself.
My happiness is short-lived, slain by the dragon that thinks it's my stomach, and I let out a groan, quite a bit louder than I meant--and cringe when my roommate complains. Poor guy has some condition that...well, I don't really know what it is, because he doesn't look sick, and he won't talk to me except gripe about how loud I am, and how I should be in my own room. Like, seriously, what I wouldn't give for that.
But I just ignore him, like usual, and pause to contemplate my options, not bothering to keep my tremori
I am a teen. You can probably tell from the picture. Which, by the way, is as it is because I suck at taking photos of my face.|
Lets hope I get better.
Anyway, I'm a fairly chatty person, I have an odd mentality that I suppose is what we call 'gender-fluid'. I mean, I feel almost like I fit better as being male, but then I'm also definitely a girl. So, whatevs.
Anyway, I live in the city, though I frequent a friend's farm. I really want to further my education ofmore physical arts such as dancing, music, and acting, but I'/m kind of in a slump as far as that goes, formally anyway. Lord knows I can do it on my own, whether I do it well or not...well....
But I love to talk, so if you have a question, or anything, I will be exTREMELY pleased to hear from ya!