I try to undergo blasphemy on a daily basis, because I find it provides a sort of congeniality that I generally miss out on due to my roaring insanity, which I promise is more poetic than depressive (at least here) 
...so about me... 
I twirl my hair a lot and I have weird superstitions about where I have to sit on road trips and orthodoxy (despite said sacrilege.) If you asked me, I could name satanic and theological symbols for hours, but that's mostly because I watch Supernatural (~tears~) for which reason I am also entirely biased towards nepotism, but in all honesty, my sister (maybe not so much the rest of my family) and my friends deserve loyalty, especially if that's all I can give them. I listen to white noise with labels like "War of Dwarves" and "Soothing Humidity" because it really does help with most things but primarily also eighties classic rock and Panic! At The Disco and Fun. , and I don't trust myself enough to give an exact dialog of sexual orientation, but even my mere laugh is laughable so don't go about thinking that I'm sophisticated.(but oh darling, I do so love Britishness. All forms) I prefer the written world to the real one, not because I avoid emotions, but because I'd really rather share them with characters than people. People tell me that I should come back and live reality a lot, but I don't mind. Unlike Augustus Waters, I don't fear oblivion. :) So, as a disappointment who still can't really spell disappointment and likes the smell of petrichor and thunder and secretly, washed hair, and who can't make decisions and who loves Thomas Hammer coffee and who is always, always cold and who cries because Henry (Once Upon A Time) is growing up and weeps because I'm probably not my cat's favorite out of my family, I am astoundingly (and selectively) confident in my ability to write.
It does seem like I have a lot to write about...
:)