Who am I, you ask?

Maybe you know me, or perhaps, like most people, you don't. Maybe I'm the girl walking aimlessly around the hallway, minding my own business and paying no attention to anyone else. Or maybe I'm that meek girl with glasses, nose buried deep in a book, oblivious to whatever's happening around her, with her head in the clouds and eyes peering through black, thick-rimmed glasses as she flies through every page. Maybe I'm that girl nobody messes with, that girl unafraid to get into any kind of trouble, and that girl, no, the girl that knows anything and everything about punk rock. Maybe I'm just another one of your friends, the girl you usually hang out with. Maybe I'm the girl you saw a few weeks ago at a piano recital. Or maybe I'm the girl who rocked out onstage last night.

The thing is, my identity's unimportant at the given circumstance, but yours most definitely is.

Hope you enjoy reading whatever my mind has decided to put up here, and here's to hoping you never find out who I am.