Name: You can make it up, or just call me Gee.
Age: 16, born 17/10/1994.
Location: Sydney, Australia.

A few facts: I’m obsessive, and probably compulsive. I have insane self-esteem, but zero confidence. I’d never survive without at least two cups of tea per day. I know far too much useless information and nothing worthwhile. I’m pretty sure I have an addictive personality. It runs in the family. My nails are terrible, I bite them like a bitch. I’m desperately attracted to someone who will never like me back. Guaranteed. I’ve never been in love, and I’m not sure if I believe in it. At least not the fairytale kind. I’m terrified of a lot of things. Like, the dark or being forgotten or running out of time. I don’t get along with my mother. People assume I’m exaggerating when I say she’s controlling. I’ve given up on everything and everyone. But it’s okay, I’m starting over in eighteen months. I’m a generally happy person. I can’t stand school. Especially since this year, everything’s just going downhill. I'm insanely confused about my sexuality, and it makes me feel dirty and horrible. I like people who tell stories. Whether they have a “happily ever after” or not. I come across as arrogant and self-absorbed, but it’s just a stupid defence. My favourites change by the minute. I remember every conversation I’ve ever had with anyone. I’m reckless. I’m brutally honest. And I don’t give a shit. Jellicoe Road means more to me than anyone knows. It kind of keeps me alive. I’m practically undatable. Not even kidding. Everything looks better in black and white. I’m not a memorable person at all. I make mistakes constantly. I have one secret.

I have a terrible habit of starting stories and never finishing them. But hopefully, if I try hard enough, I'll get at least one story done per month. Even if it's a crappy little one shot. If you have any ideas or suggestions or you just want to chat, PM me :)