I'm a girl that has all the ingredients for a stereotypical adolescent brat: precociousness, sarcasm, and perpetual mood swings that have me flying and falling. I also sometimes dream up stories, poems, and personal thoughts. I  usually end up doubting, hating, editing, and lovin', hating these words again til I just dismiss them to hell. This cycle is most likely because they have too much of ME in them. Somehow some of them end up surviving and this profile holds the remains. Love 'em, like 'em, or most likely, hate 'em.