Few things relevant to my existence:

I wish for autumn to be year round.
I am a music lover, a tattoo fanatic, wannabe author, aspiring forensic (something I haven't made my mind up about yet), weird and totally self diagnosed crazy person(<-- I kid. Kind of.).
Sarcasm is like my second language, followed by cursing. (Bad, bad, I know.)
I am between the age of eighteen and twenty one.
I am, in fact, a human being of the female kind.
I have the mouth of a sailor, memory span of a peanut- I can't remember what I thought or said five minutes ago-, mind like the gutter, but I am so fucking awkward I could combust at any given time in a social situation.
My favorite book of all time is 'The Sky is Everywhere' by Jandy Nelson, but my favorite author is- surprise, surprise- John Green. His books make me cry like a goddamn baby. Every. Single. Time. Fucking Star Fault's and Alaska Searches. Fuck.
My favorite movies, since I can't pick one, is A Walk to Remember, The Breakfast Club, and The Perks of Being a Wallflower. In no particular order.
I have come to the conclusion that based on my book selection and movie watchings, I have to be a very depressed soul.
The past is a bunch of bullshit, the present consists of me procrastinating my college homework, and thinking about the future gives me panic attacks. Why can't I be a bird? I'd just sit in a tree and shit on people all day. What a life I would lead.