Just your average teenage girl with a penchant for video games, sugary food and fanfiction!

You can call me Soul, okay? *grins* That's what my friends would call me...if I had friends... *curls into a ball and sobs but quickly pops back up*

But I have a boyfriend! Why do I need friends?

Just kidding. I actually do have friends, a bunch of weirdos on the same crazy wavelength I've been operating on for 15 and 3/4 years. They're all amazing, love you all in the Women's Insane Asylum! (Our group chat, don't ask)

I also have an army of stuffed animals, ready to march at my command. I mean, who doesn't still have stuffed animals? Those things are amazing! I couldn't sleep without my stuffed rabbit-er, yeah, totally outgrew those things ages ago. *laughs as eyes dart from side to side* What are you talking about?

Other things, huh? Well...I'm a socially awkward 8 year old trapped inside the body of a teenage girl. That do me any justice? With the high energy and the obsession with fluffy things...yeah. Sounds about right.

Oh, and I have a magical talent. I can make my hair not obey my hairbrush. Ooh, while I'm adding to my list of magical talents, I can string together words and people will say it actually reads well. Isn't that amazing?

If only that second one was true, am I right?

Either way, I don't know what you're still doing here, reading the bio of a girl whom you will most likely never hold a conversation with in person, let alone on the Interwebs. I mean, sure, I'll talk, but you can't expect me to actually be able to uphold a conversation. I can barely talk to those I know, let alone a complete stranger!

Unless you like my writing. Then I'll listen to you alllll day.

Or not. Cause, you know, I need to eat and sleep. Not that I actually get much sleep.

Anything else that I forgot?

How would you know if I forgot anything? No one knows me better than me! I think. Unless you do? *glares at you suspiciously* Shoot, I'm running out of characters! Uh...bye!