Name: Anything you're willing to call me. If you wish to give me a nickname, then go ahead.
Age: Turning 15 this year. My birthday is in September.
Sexuality: Lesbian. If you don't like that then I could really care less. I like females. Get the fuck over it.
Relationship: Single. Not looking, so don't try, please.

Other Random Facts:
I have social anxiety, and tend to be scared of social situations anyway. I'm a very shy person.
Wearing socks is something I must do. I seem to have to wear them, or I feel off and weird.
I'm not a particularly exciting person. My life consists of constant worrying and music, that's about it.
To be honest, English is my favorite class. Yes, I'm one of THOSE people. I actually LIKE it.
I wear a lot of jewelry and try my hardest to keep headphones in my ears at all times. 
I cuss more than I should, and glare at people more than I should as well. I'm not mean, I promise.
I may be very quiet, emotional, scared, lost, sleepy, or... whatever. I'm kind of useless.
I have a very hard time trusting people, and I may be very bothered by some things.
Honestly, I hate myself. I'm pretty sure I hate myself more than other people hate me. 
I listen to rock and occasionally rap, but anything beyond that is something I avoid.
Skinny jeans, band tees, fuzzy pants, big t-shirts, beat up skater shoes and hoodies are my style.

To list it all... social anxiety, fear of most men, fear of sleeping, often has realistic nightmares, OCD, essentially addicted to cutting, entirely to suicidal, and takes close to four pain pills in under ten minutes. I'm kinda fucked up.

Fake smiles and laughs are something I've perfected.