Uhhh, let me see, I'm sixteen, confused, and writing is my only outlet for my frustrated "feelings" my parents can't seem to understand. I'm not going to say nobody gets me, but I sometimes it's what it feels like around here. People in this town don't care; there's no popularity meter: we're all coal miner's children. 
However, this isn't about my town, is it? This is about me, which I have no issue writing about because I'm highly narcissistic. Anyway, I love God. I've been a devoted Christian since the age of five, but every now and then I wish I could kind of let my hair down. It's wrong, I just have to learn that I can't though.
I went through some sort of a rebellious streak in the summer of 2012. I've always been really feminine, so when some "people" started messaging me about going out and dating, etc, etc, I kind of got out of hand, in Christian terminology. I'm not going into details, but I didn't have sex or anything! Gosh, no! I can tolerate profanity, by the way, but I'm not really one of these people that cusses every other word. It makes me feel dirty. However, I've found it adds depth to my characters' emotions, so I employ some of the "lighter" swear words in my works. 
I love the French language; I'm actually teaching myself French. Nobody in my town cares though. They just think I'm wasting my time with life, but I already know Spanish kind of fluently, so it doesn't really matter. 
I think that's about it? It's probably not though. But if anybody wants to buy me Theory of a Dead Man tickets for the West Virginia State Fair, you're more than welcome to! And if Seether, Evanescence, Shinedown, Creed, Coldplay, Lifehouse, or Matchbox 20 comes to Columbus, Ohio, in the future, feel free to order me tickets and a hotel room lol.