I’m a 16 year old home schooled teenage girl. I live in a medium sized town, lived in the same house for all 16 years of my life.

One after another relatives had died on me and my family since before I was born, to 2006. Including my father, and my baby brother.

The things I’ve been through, the number of siblings I have, have made me a mature, and intelligent person. I’m not very book smart, but I’m the type of intelligent that you only get from experience, and common sense.

Although a lot of benefits came out of my past, I’m pretty messed up.
I’m scared to go to drivers ed, because I’ve never been to a class.

I’m scared of getting a job, because I’ve never had one.

I’m scared of the unknown, scared of the outcome of things, I’m scared of the future, but ready and excited for it.

I’m fairly attractive, a tad over weight, but I’m not so horrible. I love games, and good music. Meme’s are my life. I love photography, it’s my natural passion, instinct, and love. I love to read, and I live off coffee. I seem to be a pretty chilled cool down to earth good person right? See, a lot of people don’t see that. A lot of people seem to not comprehend that there is a lot more to me. There are broken parts of me, but I’m pretty whole. I’m not very typical either.

I want people to notice me more. I want people to like me more. And I want my crush, my obsession, to see me for who I am, because I think we would be perfect together. And god, do I want to live.