I'm seventeen, graduating this year. I don't do well with people. There is one person in my life that I would go far more than out of my way just to make sure that they are okay. I don't trust people easily. I lose my temper a lot. I suffer from anxiety and depression. I have never given a single shit about what anyone thinks of me. I'm different from the people around me. I cuss way more than I should. I'm an artist. Music makes me feel emotions I never even knew I had. I'm not afraid to throw a punch. I like to smoke. I've been through a lot of shit that I know I didn't deserve. I'm here for anyone that needs it. I care way more than I fucking should about some people. I'm a romantic. I'm addicted to driving fast. I have a pet hedgehog named Indie. I'll lay in my bed all day if someone doesn't drag me out of it. Some songs make me want to tear myself apart and cry for hours. I'm falling hard and it hurts. Whether you think I'm someone worth getting to know or not is up to you entirely.