so, me. my name is Evie, im 16. i'm just your typical random punk girl. i'm unique, just like everyone else. HA.
anyways, about me: i'm a hard drinking shortarse (5 feet nothing). i write poems and weird-ass stories, usually about myself or other people i know. i have tendancies to hurt myself on purpose. i drink too much. i cut my arms with the blades out of pencil sharpeners. i'm also technically underweight due to my bullimia (which i usually refer to as "mia" if i've been sick or "ana" if i've been starving myself.)
I usually don't give a shit what people think about me doing these things, but i do get paranoid about people calling me ugly, or a freak. i can't help it, it's just what the world's done to me. It's like, the inside i can protect, but the outside is the most fragile part of me.
...i don't know, i'm just myself.
Evie