I Sold My Soul To The Devil.

I'm Totally An Anxious Mess All The Time. There's A Constant Dialogue Going On In My Brain, And It's Just Reminding Me Of All The Failures That I Have Had, And All Of The Things I Need To Do, And All Of The Things I'm Not Doing Good Enough.

My Mom's Puerto Rican. That's Why I'm So Lively And Colorful.

When I'm On The Couch, I Usually Have The Tv On And My Macbook Air Nearby. And Sometimes, When My Add Is Really Kicking In, I Have My Ipad Too. And My Iphone. And A Magazine That I Haven't Gotten To. And A Book Under The Pillow To My Left.

I Was Like The Only Diverse Kid In My High School, And I'm Half-puerto Rican. But Yeah, I Have A Huge Family And Tons Of Cousins In Puerto Rico. We Actually Hung Out With Them Last Summer, And It Was Awesome. But I Wish My Grandfather Had Taught My Dad Spanish When He Was Younger So He Could've Taught Me When I Was Younger, And Sometimes He Does, Too. It's A Shame.

I Want To Go To New Zealand. I Have No Idea What It's Like, And In My Head, Everyone Lives In/on An Ice Lake, So I'd Like To Come Stay.