Tell me what it's like, to feel okay with the person that you are.

I'm hurting. Just a little bit. It was a bad tic day today, and I'm trying to blow it off like it was nothing, but it was something. It meant something to me. It meant that once again, I am proved to be a person who preaches and screams and fights for the simple idea of being okay with the way you were born, yet I still have not quite grasped that very concept for myself. I don't like twitching. I don't like making weird noises and people staring at me. I don't like fighting myself to keep my eyes focused on the ball during a game when all they want to do is roll back into my head or move away. I don't like when my fingers spasm and jerk; it hurts. It hurts to stretch my neck back and it hurts to put pressure on my ribs and push my tongue against my teeth until it is rubbed raw and bleeds. The physical and emotional pain drives me crazy sometimes. I want out. Not from life, but from this thing that's hanging onto me and will cling to my tired body for the rest of my existence. I'm letting people down as I type this, but it needs to be shared. Oh.

Introductions are cool, right?

Oh, hello. Good evening. Welcome to reading the ramblings of Lena. Sit down and stay awhile, because I tend to talk for quite some time. But since this is my first post on this particular social network, I shall keep is simple and try my hardest not to bore any of you quite yet. So here goes that thing called an introduction.

I am eighteen years of age and am currently dragging myself through my senior year of high school. I attend private school, thus most would assume that I hate it. Quite the opposite actually, considering that the only negative is that I must refrain from dying all of my hair pink. Yes, pink. I like pink. I also like the feline species, Jesus, this boy named Timmy, and just about any kind of food. Long walks on the beach are overrated; I would prefer to wander throughout the city and take pictures with a camera that I do own at this time. But that's an entirely different subject. If I could, I'd become a super hero and rescue cats from all over the world. I'd also help out the occasional balloon-losing-baby, but cats are more of a priority to me at this moment in my life. (You all think that was a joke, but I hate to inform you that it was not. Ha.) I'm rather small for my years and tend to get trampled over by others in the hall. However I speak rather loudly and tend to say just about whatever is passing through my brain, which mind you is quite a bit. I'm sarcastic, a bit shy and live with this thing called tourettes syndrome. It makes me twitch and people laugh at me. No worries though, because I can swear as loud as I want and not get in trouble for it like they can. I consider it a win. I reside in California in a not so Californian town. I do hoodrat stuff with my friends. I like to adventure around and listen to sweet music. I have horrible taste in clothes, but I really couldn't give a shit less about that. I tend to meow often and read weird books. So for the most part, that just about sums me up. I hope you enjoyed my horrible paragraph about me.
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Goodbye for now, patawons.
~Lena