I'm a twelve-year-old lesbian with a passion for writing and an aggression towards people who pity me. I'm arrogant, intelligent and am fully aware of myself, my environment, and the idiots directly in front of me.
I've built near impenetrable walls around myself and have recently been motivated to save up for turrets.
I have close to no friends, as expected, and I'm very picky about who I consider a friend.
I'm an honest, unsympathetic person who despises being lied to and won't wait for you to catch up, throwing things at you without warning.
Afterall, life won't stop for you every time you fall or stop to tie your shoe, nor will it give you a break. I'll treat you as life has treated me. My loyalty, however, is stronger than the walls I've enclosed myself in.
I understand things I've never experienced just by thinking about them. I'm awful good at making mistakes. Mistakes are lessons. Life may not always be pleasant, but if it were we'd all be bumbling idiots incapable of emotional control and never be able to advance in science.
Don't treat me like a child.
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