i genuinely dont know who i am. i used to do this thing were i would reinvent myself for no specefic purpose every year or six months or so. In fifth grade i went from being this extreme tomboy to a wannabe hippie to crazy girly girl to a failed scene/emo kid to i dont even know to a walmart hipster to another confused state to a legitimet hipster back to this hippie thing which has landed me where i am today: horribly confused. Yet, happy. This is the first time in my life that my inner leo shines through and i am really really happy with who i am. Sure, i'd be extatic to loose a few pounds and maybe have clear skin and less the teeth of an old british man, but hell, ive still never been this happy with myself. I adore my individuality, my 00 stretched ears, my itty bitty gold nose ring, my conch ring, running barefoot through summer and heels and boots through winter, my hair is one of my favorites with its (finally) long wildness, ive even made the bottom layers white for edgyness. Sometimes i look like the 60s married the 90s and coughed up an artsy lesbian, but theres no one else like me. and i find that amazing. I guess at the end of this run-on paragraph with no specefic point, life isnt about finding yourself its about creating yourself. And in saying that i've done a damn good job