I'm 21 years old, I like cats, sparkly things, reading, writing, and spending way too long researching pointless things on the internet. I'm great at destroying good things, and terrible at putting them back together. I cry too much, probably. Spend most of my time doing completely irrelevant things in hopes to distract myself from real world issues, and I have no idea what I'm doing with the rest of my life; let alone the rest of this week.

I write eclectically and without warning, often going weeks or months without being able to type a single cohesive sentence. I like using big words, spend time reading books with lots of huge words that I have to do extra research to really understand, and especially like dark and medieval fantasy. The occult has been one of my biggest interests since I first started learning exactly what I like about these genres, so if it has demon summoning, intricate alter-religions, or otherwise spooky cult stuff I will probably read and enjoy it. I also dabble in biology because I have a weird, quirky, habit of remembering random facts that I absolutely do not need under any circumstances; unless one of my friends happens to need a statistic on the number of tornadoes annually occurring outside of Tornado Alley (roughly 8,000 though the majority are EF0 and EF1 which do basically nothing). I also have the amazing ability to work on a task for endless hours, especially when that task is systematic (I once did Lego builds for 9 consecutive hours to surprise my cousin. Very few snack breaks, potty breaks, and stretching breaks were had. My fingers were sore from pinching Legos afterwards.)

I'm depressing as fuck some times, but my sarcastic, witty humor often makes up for it. If it doesn't, oh well. Remember to grab a goodie bag on the way out.

I honestly could use a little help here, but like Dumbledore always said, "One can find happiness in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light"

If only I could find the freaking light switch.