Lost in Stereo

Star

Hullo! I'm Connie, but everyone calls me Star. Well actually most people call me an emo freak, but you get the point. The Star thing is some lame joke about Conniestellations my brother made up.  My brothers ridiculous. It's just him and I in our little home in Australia, out in the middle of nowhere. Literally, it's just grass and animals. Oh, and my friendish acquaintance Quinn who lives across e street. She's nice enough.

Anyways, my looks are just about the only noticeable thing about myself. I'm incredibly pale, my laptop is inside so I have no reason to go out. My hair is a bright red at the current moment, and I've actually just gotten blue tips. How very Optimus Prime of me. It's amazing I have enough tips to dye since my hair is an incredibly short bob style. The blue in the tips brings out my 'baby blue' eyes. I've never understood that term, I mean babies aren't blue.

Unless they're frickin badass frost giants.

Some of the most important things about me are that I'm a cat person, I'm very nervous in social interaction, and I love music.

Music is love.

Music is life.

Anyways, seriously though, music is my life. I play it, I understand it, I listen to it, I BREATHE it. My favourite bands are Green Day, Blink, PTV, BVB, ATL, Simple Plan, and my favourite is 5SOS.

I love the boys, and how they sound. They just recently got signed to Capitol records and when I heard the news I screamed and ran around the neighborhood yelling 'MY BOYS DID IT!' I'm so proud of them and they've done so much good for me. I heard a rumor that they are opening up for One Direction on their next tour! Call it wishful thinking, but I think it's more than just a rumor. I wouldn't be able to afford tickets, but just knowing that they're happy makes me smile.  They make me smile, and seeing them happy just chases my demons away.

Oh, I guess that's something important about me too.

My demons are part of my personality. I hate them, I want to drown them out but I can't. So I release them from their holds, only they come in the form of blood. I've had this problem since 7th grade, I'm a Freshman in High School now. I mostly cut my hips but a few have crawled onto my wrist. I thought it would help but really it just cracks me even more.

It makes me feel like I'm a broken heart among a sea of stars.

But it's the only way I feel comfortable.

Sorry, I don't need to waste anymore of you're time now do I?