That red sweater.

Pretty little lady with the swollen eyes.

Andrea. 17. San Diego, California.

"without a purpose or direction. we don't owe anyone a fucking explanation."

This is stuff I like and maybe you'll like it too. Most of it is stuff that makes me laugh...like...the majority. Some of it is stuff that I do. Some are things I hope to do. Places I want to go to. Things that have relevance. I do blog about my life, but not enough for this to be a diary.

A R T is the WEAPON against LIFE as a SYMPTOM.

Get to know me.

superyakopi Asked

QuestionA,C,D,T,Z Answer

A. It was basically “I just lost interest in you, Andrea.” put in nicer sounding terms. It happens. No hard feelings.

C. Already answered. Check back on this next week.I might have moved out of my state of denial.

D. My youngest sister being diagnosed as autistic. It took a toll on me and my family. I didn’t know how to cope.

T. I don’t know. What age do I look like?

Z.I’m alright. Extremely sore from riding my bike. Pepper Tree Lane is a bitch. ;o;