Here's a lengthy piece dedicated to myself if you're curiously curious enough to want to know even more about me. I'm a girl born in 1995. Growing up, I've had a love for language that's been innate within me up until now. I've found an understanding in things such as English, fashion, and food, which comes to me without any clear reasoning. I'm not a fan of physics, chemistry, or even history. I feel my brain does not function the same instinctive way as it does with literature and design.

I'm a self-proclaimed non-conformist who doesn't like other people touching my stuff, so to speak. I like being individual and standing out. A pet-peeve of mine is being called normal. I have a few temporary companions, yet I aspire to be a full-fledged loner by the time I'm out of high school. I love having tons of friends though, I just prefer surrounding myself with the people I truly appreciate.

My taste in clothes changes every second. I have identity crises, I admit. But I know what I like, and my taste spreads out to a whole wide-set array of looks. I'm finding my way though, finding myself. My musical tastes lie solely within two categories: indie and oldies. I do not even touch hip hop and r and b (the "cool" music.) I don't have the appreciation nor understanding for either one.

Above all, my heart is stuck in olden times. I'm a huge retro, vintage, and antique enthusiast. I am fascinated with everything that is not within my time period. I lay mainly within the fifties and sixties. I cannot explain how badly I'd wish to travel back in time.

I'm a rather critical person, if you can't tell already. I have a true disdain towards the typical kids my age. I can't even explain. The tastes and the hypes and the music. I just don't see the aesthetics anywhere. Of course, not everyone. Mostly people from my school are who I'm criticizing. You can say I'm a "hater." I keep my distance, though. Just as I like it.