Hey, I'm Sox, and I'm a little frushie at a tiny high school in SoCal. I absolutely love music of any kind; you name it, I probably like it. I love boys in bands.

A few facts about me:
1. I'm 14, so a freshman in high school.
2. I love love LOVE baby animals.
3. I speak Spanish and French (not fluently, but a lot of each language... I can carry a conversation pretty well and say random things).
4. I love singing, talking, giving people advice, playing and watching sports with my friends, and being at school, simply because my friends are there.
5. I suffer from depression and severe anxiety, and I've self-harmed, as well as tried to kill myself 6 times. Please don't worry about me, I'm trying to stop all my bad habits.
6. On 16 October 2014, I was hit by a fast-moving car while I was on my way to youth group from volleyball practice (I was walking). Then, 3 weeks later (29 October), I got in a car crash and got super bad whiplash, as well as re-injuring my knee which I had messed up when I was hit by the car. (That was a hit-and-run by the way!)
7. I'm a fucking mess. Aside from my close friends and lovely boyfriend, there's a lot of shit in my life. My twin sister told the mama bear that I cut and she called the school's counselor and told her and she told everyone in the office and so everyone at school (staff and students) know, as well as the staff at my freaking youth group. I'm all good now though, don't worry. I promised a douche bag (whom I love like a brother) and my older brother I would stop. I'm actually okay.