• I'm the troubled uke.
    I worry about everything.
    The smallest things make me cry.
    I feel alone in the world.
    My parents want me to be who I'm not.
    I'm terrified to go to school.
    I'm terrified of people in general.
    I want to get away from the world.
    Sometimes I wish I were dead.
    I hate how I look.
    I envy nearly everyone.
    I highly doubt there is a "god"
    But there has to be some kind of higher being
    I have a feeling my friends at school just use me.
    I only have a few friends overall,
    and even fewer I know in real life.
    Adrenaline has negative effects on me.
    It make my asthma make up, and it causes me to cry.
    I have a million and one health problems.
    I get depressed easily.
    I barely get along with others, even though I try.
    I watch anime and play games to drown reality out.
    I sing, but get bitched at when I do.
    I long to be accepted.
    I don't even fit in and any stereotype.
    I always quote movies and books
    I remember lyrics better than homework.
    I write depressing poems.
    I'm scared of love.
    I would probably welcome death.
    I don't know if I have a hero.
    I want to be a voice actor.
    I can keep secrets until I get pissed off.
    I often have mental breakdowns.
    Storms make me have insomnia.
    Stay at other peoples houses makes me have insomnia.
    I hate most of my teachers.
    I rarely see ghosts, though I can hear them.
    I don't know my sexuality;
    In real life, I rarely notice guys, and notice girls
    In books, games, anime, and the likes, I rarely notice girls, and notice guys.
    I talk in older dialect, and often in third person.
    I break into random accents
    People usually misinterpret what I say.
    I love to sing,
    but the only time I truly sing is when I'm alone.
    I rarely cut, but am I cookie cutter when I do.
    That means I cut shapes.
    I have a scar on my left hand of a Jashin Symbol I made.
    I fell in love with my roleplay partner
    and it took me forever to tell her.
    I was mauled by a cat when I was five,
    and I still have the nerve to try to catch wild ones.
    I swim better than I walk;
    I sing better than I talk.
    I keep stuffed animals, and consider them my friends.
    I often sit in my room and cry.
    I'm Amanda Delcine.
    I'm the troubled uke.