I ......

I am a writer.

I am a photographer.

I am an artist.

I am 15.

I love to read.

I listen to music not for its beat, but for its deeper meaning.

I regret too many things.

I love boxes.

I have an obsession with Ice, as in the frozen liquid not the drug.

I think with my brain too often.

I mentally, cannot get any sleep.

I analyze people.

I watch and wonder about them.

I wonder if that is healthy.

I have never had a boyfriend.

I wonder if I am broken.

I want to write a song but I can't.

I want to be an actress, but I have stage fright.

I worry about my regrets.

I have blue eyes.

I am nervous.

I am a procrastinator, but a perfectionist.

I honestly think I have OCD.

I have panic attacks, they scare me.

I haven't sketched anything in months and that worries me.

I hate school, not because of the work but because its a prison that keeps me locked away from the world for the whole day.

I want to see the world so badly it kills me.

I have been betrayed too many times it hurts.

I love snow.

I want to live in New York but I want live on the beach.

I love myself one day and hate myself another.

I am trying hard to look forward to the future.

I see a therapist.

I love my dad.

I hate my dad.

I find it hard to tell people how I really feel in person yet, I can bear my soul to complete and total strangers.

I don't have a BFF and it makes me lonely.

I wonder if anyone is still reading.

I wonder why life has to be so ugly and beautiful.

I know that no one cares or thinks about me as much as I have about them.

I want it to snow ALOT where I live.

I want my whole town to be underwater.

I hate my town.

I know that I see the world differently from everyone else.

I am who I am.

This is done.