In Case Anyone Cares

by E.R. Lescano

This is a self- portrait I wrote about myself. I wanted to see what would happen if I did this. I honestly think like this. Though now that I think about it, I just wanted to write something about myself.

A/N: Hello whoever is reading this. Whether you put me on Author Alert or something, thank you for reading this. This is more or less an essay of sorts on how I view myself, among other things. And some people might be like 'oh god, another melodramatic teen girl who wants attention.' So don't read, simple as that. Or read and flame, I honestly don't care. As for the Starving Daughter thing, I recently finished that book.

This is a thing I wrote about myself.

Just in case anyone cares.

Or needed to kill some time.

It could also be a cry for help or attention (however you like to interpret it). I could lie and write about a girl with a broken spirit and dreams. With a secret journal that she so afraid will be found so she's leaving this message on the internet. But that's bull, and I know it.

So I'm gonna play it straight.

I'm thirteen and a half. I don't like Miley Cyrus, I did once when I was 11 or something, not now. While I don't like the Jonas brothers very much, their show is kind of funny… it makes me chuckle. This isn't saying a lot because I like to laugh. Very much. (Even if there nothing funny, I'll laugh. So I get odd looks.) I get my news from What The Buck and the newspaper. I like to drink coffee (milk and water are better) and promised myself never to drink instant coffee because I heard it sucks. So I if ever drink it, then I'm no worse than scum. (But if you drink instant coffee that's fine. Whatever floats your boat.) I'm lazy and proud of it. I like to draw, so I have an ego… I guess.

I have very good relationship with my mom, I mean she puts up with me even though I'm not the math-smart, volleyball-loving daughter who will grow up to be a scientist that she wants (or maybe that my guilt thing talking. What's called again? Oh yeah, a Starving Daughter.)

My dad is more like me I think, personality-wise, I just act stranger and think weirder but that not important. I'm perfectly sane, I just hear people talking in my head. Or maybe that's the radio. I quite like the radio.

One day I'll have an apartment (you know, after I finish collage) armed with a sketchpad, pencils, a laptop and a radio. I'll get a second piercing on each ear and work at Starbucks because I can. I'll spend time writing in public, hanging around comic shops and hope to be discovered. I'll go to church every Sunday or try to. I won't force my beliefs on any one, but will beat someone if they do it to me. You can have your opinions and I'll have mine and then we can all run in wheat fields under the rainbow. (You know you want to. I do.) I'll have the biggest crush on someone and never tell them, like I always do. Because it will eventually fall apart and things will be different. And though I'll be afraid and sad I'll deal with it. People frighten me and make me cry. They also make me smile and laugh. So I know I'll be fine, I always end up being fine. (Poor thing, listening to a strange girl's rambling) In case you haven't noticed I like to probe people's emotions and try to figure them out. Because when they're sad I'll know what to do. (I'm no good; when ever one of my friends cries I don't know what to do.)

I'm an arrogant, selfish, lazy, hard-working, crazy, sane, nice, shy and humorous person.

Whoever you are…

Thanks for listening.