Why am I even doing this.

                  Let me just start off by saying, I am not some cliche teenage girl who writes about her crush and all the silly things that never even matter in real life. Second, I am not an author. I'm not writing for attention. This could be read by hundreds, thousands, even millions of people, or it could just be read by me. No matter the circumstance, I'm writing in here whenever I feel like it. 
                   The hardest thing in life I've ever had to answer is, "Who am I?" I mean, really, who the hell actually knows who they truly are? I guess I could say I'm a junior in high school, devout member of my church, and a lover of science and math? But does that really define who I am? How about, I am 5'2, female, hispanic, and I've got a bust and a trunk? (haha, funny joke. kind of. not really. For innocence's sake, yes, its a joke.) Anyway, what REALLY defines us? I guess a matter of opinion. 
                  I'll leave that for my readers to think about (even if its just me) I have school tomorrow, I can't stay up blabbering on for hours, even though I could. I bid you adieu.




Note to myself, make these damned things short and sweet!