i am not controversial.
i am not popular.
i am a nuisance.
i am a survivor of mental hospitals, a lover of hips.

my name is anna or naomi or the title of any major song about any other girl. i have at least ten unfinished songs written about me. eighteen and stuck, i find myself in 2011 more often than not, plagued with the boils of senioritis, and barely a college freshman, my current standing. i fight, but i'm not supposed to talk about that. goddammit i can't tell you i'm not a poet because i sure as hell write but it ain't worth donkey kong. i come and go. there is nothing poetic about me - i am just a human being.

i am not some skinny hipster bitch.
i am not easy.
i am a child of no self control.
i am a product of the 1990s, the definition of making love.

(profile under construction! bear with me while i make things neat, as i'm a new member! glad to be here, though! <3)