My name is Kaila. I am sixteen years old, and I live in Indiana. My hair was burnt off of my head once. It is now fully regrown. My eyes turn red at certain times of day. I am actually considered very pretty. (I giggle at this often.) Since I am considered pretty, I currently hold a job in modeling under John Casablanca in Chicago. I write in my free time. I have lots of it. I hate the format that goes:

"Name: let's pretend my name is here

Interests: let's pretend we give a fuck"

Blahhh. It sucks worse than your mom. And that's saying a lot. It makes me want to stab infants. Yes, I do stab infants. I am that metal. I am at times convinced that I will one day be able to marry Buzz Lightyear. Yes. Of Star Command. I giggle like a five year old all of the time- even when things aren't funny. I can be found awake at three o'clock in the morning writing stories in my underwear. I did it this morning actually. :D

I will not put up with your shitty writing, f.y.i.

Go back to middle school.