About this user
regardless of how self assured i seem, you should always remember a few things about me.
i don't know who the fuck i am. i am fragile and confused and lost. i may be precocious and self-aware, but when it comes down to it, i am a fragile five-year-old child. of course you won't believe it because no-one is that honest on their online profiles, right?
i fall in love very easily. for this reason i am bad at being friends with beautiful men. i am trying to get better at it. so far i have failed miserably.
i want to be worshiped by clueless american teenagers. i usually have a headache. i hardly sleep so i am usually exhausted to the point of becoming energetic. i am also usually sad. mostly i don't even know exactly why. when i do know, it's usually terrible.
i want to be one of the popular girls. i would also be content to settle for being an über rivetbitch or one of those flawless goth girls. i wish i was plastic enough to be a poster punkette and i secretly envy the manufactured 'perfection' of the bitchy scene queens. i'll never even try it though, because i know deep down that even if i put on the costume, i will never fit in with them. i'm not like the other girls.
i smoke way too many cigarettes and i drink too much coffee. i have a complicated and strained relationship with food.
sometimes i want to be emaciated. i have beautiful lips. i also have beautiful eyes.
i have one wrinkle and it scares me.
fuck your morals, laws, & hang-ups, i love my fucking job.
i get really enthusiastic about really dumb shit.
i don't exactly have regrets but there are things i wish had never happened. i have an inferiority complex the size of mount everest and no matter what anyone says to the contrary, i am pretty sure no-one except my friends will ever love me.
i like lying to strangers on the train to see how far the limits of their belief stretch. they stretch pretty fucking far.
this might give you some clue as to what i am like, but honestly, a little box on a page is not going to give you any idea of what anyone is really like so i don't really understand why anyone bothers with this. including me.
Country
Christmas Island
Occupation
dollar store barbie knockoff
Interests
dolls,glitter,art for art's sake,blood,sex,untraditionally beautiful things,artifice,razor blades,reality,cemetaries,old cabaret and propaganda posters,propaganda in general,coffee,gaudy things,sharp stillettos,illusions,gypsies,victorian circus performers,exhibitionism,clothes thrown into alleys,freedom,free shit,peroxide,friends,starving,bangles,nail polish,knee-high boots,corsets,pain,not having a cell phone,spraypaint,delusions of granduer,single earrings,flamenco dancers,splenda,counter cultures,fruit,candy,dilapidated houses,sleek things,crumpled dresses,barbies,silk,lace,feathers,fur...when it's still on the animal,bagels,sugar,glass animals,my ugly cursive,unusual coloured ink,tea,bizarre fashion statements,ripped clothing,girls,boys,skin,my beautiful pink bike named lisa,beautiful people,sparkly rings,my little pony,brass knuckles,metal pipes,dumpster diving,tarot cards,hardware,society in general,life
