Description: The awkward stage where adults wonder why you walk in their territory, and the children mock you for treading on theirs. Welcome to the juxtaposition that is the world of teenage angst. Where all you want to do is hang onto the monkey bars while holding a dapper looking suitcase.
I'm not a teenager anymore but I don't really know what I'm doing. My blog is a mess. I'm a mess. I'm still angsty, and I'm still navigating that limbo between child and adult.
I'm just a (mostly cheerful) attention seeking little shit.
Any questions? Just ask don't be afraid i'm really very harmless.
“O, full of scorpions is my mind” - the scottish play