Hey, my name's Taylor and I'm sixteen. I guess I'm supposed to tell you about myself, unless this is for something else because then I look stupid...Wow. Don't judge me for stupidity; I can't help it! And call me Tay. I hate my name. My middle name is Stella. I'm the girl who sits alone in the back of the classroom. And on behalf of all the freakishly tall and thin people out there...not all of us are basketball players.

Though it doesn't look like it, I'm dyslexic, yet I wanna be an author. Weird, huh? Oh, and while I'm at it, I'll list some other things that make me weird. I carry around a purple sharpie at all times, I'm constantly making moustache jokes, my music teacher and I joke around like we're best friends, I'm part of "The Whale Clan"(to make a long story short, we like to eat.), I'm obsessed with old rock music, I have an obsession with rainbows, I live on a horse farm, and I taught myself how to pick locks. Oh, and I'm also what most people classify as "emo". Yeah. It's a long list. And don't think I'm depressed or that I cut myself because I don't. That's just an idiotic stereotype. Any girl who cuts herself needs serious help. I don't do stereotypes, so don't even bother calling me emo, because I'll delete the message straight on. I've dealt with enough abuse.

I'm French, English, Irish, Swedish...basically white European, hence the albino skin. I have four piercings, two on either ear, and just between us, I'm not planning on staying tattoo-less my whole life. (And I don't plan on going overboard, either!)

I like horses. And not just like. I mean like. I ride them and care for them almost 24/7. I love my horse, Fawn, to death. She's a black morgan breed. She's the kind who enjoys going for swims in nearby rivers, running on the beach, and lying down next to me on hot Summer days. I also play the bass guitar; yes the bass guitar. Only I don't make the stupid face(though I make plenty of other stupid faces!). I also play the guitar, piano, and violin, thanks to my best friend, Sophie, but bass is my main.

When I want to sleep, I need a blanket over me, two feather pillows under my head, a feather bed, pitch darkness, and perfect silence. There was once a firefly that got caught in my room. His little blinking light kept me awake all night.

I've had countless horseback riding accidents. I've broken a leg, both my arms, three ribs, my collarbone, and a pinky. Oh, and I got knocked unconcious once.

I'm originally from Colorado, but I moved to Rhode Island when I was a little kid. I don't really like it here, though when I first came I was delighted to meet the ocean for the first time. I live with my Aunt and mentor, Vincent. Mentors are supposed to do 5 main thngs; be your best friend, be your parent, be your teacher, be your lifeline, and keep you from doing anything stupid. Yeah. Vincent is the best of the best. Let's just say he dug me out of a hole that was too deep for me to get out of by myself. If you're wondering what happened to my parents, I'll tell you right here, right now. I don't believe in keeping it all in, which is my main reason for writing in the first place.

My father died in the 9/11 terrorist attack on the Twin Towers. My mom left. Just left. Don't know where she went. My brothers and little sister are split up evenly between my aunts and uncles; nobody wanted the responsibility of caring for 4 children, so here I am, all alone. Don't pity me; I don't want anyone to feel sorry, or remind me of the incident. If you're wondeing, then yes, it still hurts. But I don't want any extra attention. I'm just like everyone else.

I like fun people. Doesn't matter what you do. If you have fun, if you're optimistic, if you're not self-concious about being yourself, then we could have some serious fun together! I like optimistic people, and I've been told I'm really optimistic, too.

I don't curl my hair for anything or anyone. I like it the way it is; straight-as-an-arrow, thanks very much.

I'm obsessed with the color blue. And Kit-Kats. And whales. And my lucky number 8. And my golden retriever. And video games. And books. And words that I say a little too much. (i.e. "Strange", "Maybe", "Attack", etc.)

I'm a happy person, so my toenails have smiley faces painted on them, courtesy of Emily and Mara.

While I'm talking about my friends, thank you to John for helping my computer become "dyslexic-proof" so you can actually read this right now. Otherwise, you would have to read the wohel tjlnd liek this. ("Whole thing like this.")

Haters gonna hate. Potatoes gonna potate! So haters...get off my profile. Also, to everyone being bullied out there, just take it, don't dish it out. It'll make you a stronger person, trust me. Also, be yourself. So people love you. Often times, the kids who get picked on are the ones who act like themselves. Don't pick on those kids, be one of them. You'll be happier...I would know.

I hate dressing formally. Every time I walk in heels I sprain my ankle. Every time I wear a dress I don't know how to sit.

I don't question life, but I think it's painfully unfair. Life is never perfect, and the sooner we realize that, the less it hurts.

If you want to be my friend, like me for who I am. If you wanna be my guy... don't piss me off.

Guys don't ask me out yet. I have this bad habbit where I glare at everyone when I want to be left alone. Plus, I'm the weirdo, remember? Ah, well. I don't want a boyfriend if they're gonna try to change me. That's not who I am.

I think Darren Shan, Jason Mraz, Stephen King, Taylor Lautner, and Taylor Swift are the best people ever. And Tom Hanks. Forrest Gump is the best movie...EVER.

I'll admit, I have trust problems. And I'm a bit hyper. And I can be really sarcastic, only not in the funny way. And I'm impatient. I also get annoyed when people repeat my name over and over again, or when they ask me too many questions. Oh, and I'm really disorganized. Not practical at all. And I also spell every single word right when I text my friends, because I get really annoyed and confused(due to my dyslexia) when people spell words in a freaky manner.

Wow...I can't believe you just read through all of that. Thay must have taken way long. Holy crap. You must be amazing. You must also think I'm interesting...if you read through all of this. And I'll take that as a compliment...THANK YOU. And if you don't think I'm completely weird, then THANK YOU AGAIN. (I LIKE TO USE CAPITAL LETTERS. THEY MAKE IT LOOK LIKE I'M SHOUTING.) So, if you read through this, and you genuinely think I'm not creepy, and that I'm normal, then message me, I'll bet I can make you smile a bit. And also...remember...I LOVE YOU.