My name is Hailey W. As of right this minute, I am fourteen years, seven months, eight days, ten hours, and forty-three minutes old. I am a Virgo, I am five and a half feet tall, and i'm very tired, happy, anxious, and excited to start this project.
I am mean, overly sarcastic, trying to be nicer, trying to be quieter, and trying to get better.
I like acting, playing pretend, daydreaming, writing, drawing, singing, and dancing. I like lifting weights with my dad, talking about life with my mom, and hanging out in my brother's room until 1AM. I like procrastinating, working out (most of the time), napping, imagining fake movies in my head, listening to music, and hanging out with the ones I love.
I love my family, my found-family, my dogs, my Pinterest boards, my room, my bed, sleep, lavender scented things, making playlists, theatre and the arts, fake scenarios, crying, and sushi.
I have a love/hate relationship with nostalgia, school, my ELA teacher, taking time to think, love songs, scraping my knees, social media, love stories, being honest, eavesdropping, and the concept of love. Though I might just not understand it yet.
I dislike writing until my hands hurt, the urge, my friends crying, loud music that you have to scream over, assumption, awkward situations, meeting people, new beginnings, and moving on.
I worry about my career, the future, my grades, people leaving, opinions, the urge, how much i'm hiding, how much i'm telling, my weight, how my body looks, my dreams not coming true, failure, my grandparents, my parents, my friends, and my brother.
I dream about going to law school, performing in New York, living in D.C, being rich, being humble, being successful, fixing my schedule, taking action, being respected, finding someone, family.
Oh, also, I like oversharing, morbidity, and thinking i'm different from literally anyone else my age.
My name is Hailey, and I think i'm special.
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A Self Absorbed Telling of Life
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