Wake up to anxiety. The clock hits paranoia. Slowly I begin to mask myself within.
Sam || 18 || Bitch
Music and words are my life. I'm a writer, avid reader, and a dreamer. Depression has more control over me than it should but I fight it every day by staying alive. My friends are crazy as fuck and I love them for it. I've got a few of them, but I'm always open to making more. I roleplay around here a lot, and write fanfiction under a pseudonym that I won't share. Outside of all of that, there's not much more to know about me. I'm always here if people need to talk. I've got an ask box, AIM, and a cell phone. Feel free to contact me whenever. I never sleep. Who needs it, anyway?
