People.

They think I'm deep and interesting because I can write a few paragraphs that make you think "Man, this girls got alot to deal with."... Earth to everyone; I'm just a normal girl living a normal life but making it a bit different for myself.

I am not an ordinary girl. I'm the only one I know that is itching for you all to ask me about my past self harm habits, and my love life, and my head-mess. I'm dying for someone to confront me, as my why I did it or when did it start or when did it end... I'm not afraid to talk about it any more. I want to talk about it, but no one is interested. I want to be interesting.

So how do I do it? I blog. It makes me look deeper than I am because, let's be honest here, I am as shallow as it gets. I'm not interesting, I'm just complicated. A walking mind-fuck. I'm hard to understand, that's cool with me, but it's not easy getting people to realise that alot of the things I say are not my fault. I've got lots or things going on in my head and this is how I organise then, I put them on here an re-arrange them a bit. See, I blog for myself! No one else, but I let you lot have a sneekey peek to see how I'm doing.

I do feel though, that sometimes, the only reason some of you read this is just to check on my mental state. I'm not comfortable with that in te slightest.