Controversial. I don't fit in. I'm not pessimistic, I'm just real. I don't believe in life, and the only thing that is certain, is death. Morbid, perhaps? I don't care what you label me, but before you judge me by the paragraph I am about to write, try to get to know me a little. I have seen things that no one should have to see. I've held death in my arms, and I wish to never witness such horror again. It's left me in a world, quite different from yours. It's made me a little judgmental, which isn't exactly fair, so I'm trying to open my heart and mind a little, trying to see that there isn't bad in everyone. I don't think the world is out to hurt -me- per se, I am, however, frightened for other people. My actions are selfish, but my heart is not. Loud noises terrify me, thunder/guns/balloons, they send me into hysteria. Trust me, there are reasons for this, but it isn't public profile-appropriate. Someday, I will talk about it all, but not today, and probably not tomorrow, just someday. I.HATE.LIARS. I don't classify people who tell little white lies as a 'liar', I'm talking about the people, who make up stories, or steal other people's reality, and attempt to make it their own. I do not understand this. I will never understand this, and if you do it, Don't talk to me. I have no interest in you. I'm constantly changing my mind, one day I love you, the next I may hate you, don't take it offensively, i can't seem to control it. Sometimes, I get the urge to scream, I open my mouth and no sound comes out. I am deaf in my left ear, I am in recovery from an Eating Disorder, and most days, I want to lock myself inside of my room, and forget the world. But I don't, I try to push past my 'depression' if that's what it is, and attempt to live. Life is short, I guess, and I shouldn't waste my time feeling sorry for myself, so I won't. I love books, music, movies, and those who live with me. I am a lesbian. And just because I am a lesbian, and you are a girl, it DOESN'T MEAN THAT I LIKE YOU.