non cool girl in a cool world

'yeah my boyfriend's pretty cool, but he's not as cool as me'

into the abyss

a little about me:

i've always found myself to be a little odd, strange even. my interests and style certainly don't conform to those shared by others my age. i don't know why this happened - honestly my parents are the two most normal people you could ever meet. i used to be a swimmer, but started to lose my passion for it when everyone else seemed to be getting faster and i stayed the same speed; that, and getting up at 4:30am on mondays and thursdays to train before school. since quitting swimming, i've found my eccentricities have grown in strength - maybe that was the only thing keeping me grounded, the only thing that was keeping my head from being completely in the clouds.

my interests:


is my poetry bad? i genuinely can't tell. i think i'm a pretty vain person, but not to the point of arrogance or narcissism? but hey, maybe people around me think i'm a narcissist - i guess i'll never know. i like to think that maybe after i'm dead, someone will find my poems or my art and say: 'wow this is groudbreaking stuff!' but i know that will probably never happen - i like to think about it, though. or maybe amberlynn reid has rubbed off on me - oh god, i hope not.