My name is MistyMind004 or just MistyMind, it's fine either way.

I'm a sixteen year old female living on the planet earth. Despite whatever first impressions you get from me I'm an extremely dark person and seem to excel at finding the faults in the world and exploiting them to serve my own twisted needs. This does not bar me from writing things that are happy, however my strengths lay in darker writing.

The internet is my third home, the first is my actual home and the second is my school. I'm not normally a hostile person but give me reason and I will get ugly very quickly.

I'm an average teenager. I play volleyball, I'm a theatre geek, I'm my english teachers pet, I hate math and science with a passion though I have no idea why, I'm still unemployed (fail), I have lived sixteen years and still don't understand myself, I'm bisexual, I don't have hobbies I have passions, my friends are family, and I'm open about everything.

My muse and brain both have names and embodiments.

My muse's name is Crista, she's an attention whore who doesn't seem to want to help me get anything done unless it is the worst possible time to be doing it. She has never really seemed to like me and doesn't like to let me forget it. It is from her that my self doubt and loathing spurs from and also where my creativty and joy come from. She is my best friend and my worst enemy.

My brain's name is Ian, he's a lazy ass who only does the minimum of what he has to to make sure I scrape by in the world. He seems to have an odd sort of respect for me but hates my muse who he is forced to share space with. From him comes my intelligence and sense of grounding but also my mental stress and lack of self esteem. He is my motivater as well as my discourager.

Between Crista and Ian there is always a lot going on in my head, though it is that internal noise that helps me to block out the buzz of the world around me. In quiet times I talk to both of them and they answer though their advice does not always help me and often it is disregarded. Though I wish I didn't have to admit it, it is from them that I draw insperation and strength from. Though at times they seem like they will tear me apart from the inside out they are my rocks from which I can not be knocked.

If you don't think I'm completely insane yet then you are open minded and I appreciate it, if you see me as only a bisexual, dellusional head case then I'm sorry you don't see me for me. I'm me not matter how I'm viewed or what others think, no one is going to make me think otherwise.