I'm Charlotte.
I sit on the beach a lot as apparently I'm anti-social. That translates to I don't like being around people who are stupid. Which is most people I've met so far in my life. I do have a best friend though, Becky, my cousin. But she's back in Wales.
I'm originally from a small town in Wales. My parents both work for a multi national company and got promoted but it meant moving to the States. So here I am, sitting on the beach, wishing I was somewhere else.
I work in a shop just over from the beach. I don't particularly like it but it's an income. I really want to do something more interesting, but I'm not technically sure what. I'm good at drawing and that's about all. And I really don't think I'll ever make an income from that, sadly.
I'd already finished school back in the UK, so didn't need to do any of that here. I'm 19 now anyway. Not old enough to support myself just yet, but I feel too old to be living with the parents. They don't really understand me anyway. They never really approved of my music taste or the fact I have tattoos and piercings. My choice.
"You'll regret them" I hear most days but at this moment in time I don't.
All I want is to be happy.
