My name is Carly and I'm awkward. Get used to it.

I like what I like, and don't what I don't.

I'm 15, but I feel like I've lived forever. Which I plan on doing, by being an organ donor of course.

I will kick your ass at Scene It. I have all the fortunes from my fortune cookies over the past 4 years, and i believe them all. I make wishes on blue M&Ms, and at 11:11. I gradually stop breathing when speaking in front of many people. I only eat the pink jellybeans and green gumdrops. I'm the President of the Passive Kids Who Don't Say Much club, but that just means I'm a deep thinker or some shit like that. I try. I'd be lying if I said I don't care what people think of me, but so would you. I do a dance and it rains. It's quite amazing how fast and how much things change. Life is funny/queer that way. I sing pep band songs. Armed with a plethora of insecuritues. I'm a soldier and poet, but a dancer at best. I might have you fooled. I can't talk on the phone without walking around. And I really don't like talking on the phone. I love to remember things. I'm getting out what I put in. I'm not a big fan of ketchup or syrup. I don't think I could ever choose between band and dance, because I love them both. If you think it will make you happy, go for it. I hate the number 37. I think it's cool and nostalgic to do stuff exactly the same exactly a year later. I love my job, and that sounds crazy, but I do.
It's who we are now. What I've learned about life can be summed up in 3 small words: It Goes On.

As of now, I have only one story. And I could actually care less if you read it. I don't want you to read it if you don't want to. It's mostly for me. I just have to put it into black and white, because it's something that's very important to me, and if I can relate that in words, I'll be proud. And if, by some chance along the way, someone reads it and understands, thank you and I'm glad.