My name’s Christabel Mae Carcosia. I am a graphic artist slash photographer. A Thomasian accounting student slash frustrated ballerina. I’m 9teen and I like speaking a little bit of Japanese. I’m a Filipina, and almost a Japanese, got a dash of Hispanic blood. I’ve a weird fetish of recording my own voice and raping the replay button. My accent’s full of stupidity but I still blab anyway. I love arts, indie music, Scott Pilgrim, animes, zombies, and Sherlock Holmes. I look younger than my age. I’m introvert and wallflower. I have no life and I’m still indecisive about it. I’m independent when necessary, but if there’s still someone I could rely on, I’ll be stuck on being dependent and clingy. I tend to mess and fuck up things. I’m so insecure, no love can be good enough. Maybe, it’s just really me. I have personality issues. I’m always the one to blame and get guilty of something. That’s why I’m always misunderstood. But, that doesn’t stop me from viewing life positively. I am sweet nutella dame, and explaining it would take a long long story.