I’d try to make this sound interesting, but isn’t that what everybody does? They all try to type up pretty, interesting words, sentences, paragraphs that make them feel like it tells someone who they are. 

Well, I'm not going to sugarcoat things and talk like someone I'm not. I’m going to tell you straightforward how things are.

I live in Michigan, in the middle of nowhere, practically. It's peaceful, but sometimes I get the yearning to live in the city, where I can walk to the park, the library, the store. 

I have a brother, he'll be 20 in November. I live with him and my mother. My parents are divorced. I have three cats, and a dog. Peanut is my dog (male), I've had him since I was 6. Booker T. Washington (male), Autumn (female), and Nemo (male), are my cats. We also feed two of the neighbors cats that have become strays. I named one Bunny, and the other is not named yet. 

This will be my second year doing online schooling, due to the fact that I cannot attend a 'regular' school because of my extreme anxiety disorder, slight OCD, and major depression. I'm on my third counselor, and my 2nd psychiatrist. I'm on 6 different medications. 

I tried to commit suicide July 17th, 2011. I'm a recovering (recovered?) self-harmer. 195 days clean. 

I may not be the happiest person in the world, but I’ll always be there for you, no matter what, and I’m always here to listen. I’d rather make someone else happy before myself.

I guess to sum all of this up; I’m just a fucked up girl, trying to find my purpose in the world. Trying to be strong enough for all of this, failing over and over, but never ceasing to get back up.