Hey.

I’m Trish. I’m 1819 years old but I look like I’m only fourteen or so. I can’t help it, I’m short and I have an innocent-looking face. Not that I’m ignorant of the world, because I’m not. I know a lot for my age, but I’m not saying I’m smart, that’s why we have books and TV and Google for. I’m an only child but I’m not spoiled, but I wish I were. I’ve been trained to settle. My family isn’t the picture perfect type and I would give anything just to make it that way, but I know I can’t. It’s a long story. Somethings just happen, but God says I can handle whatever, and I believe Him. I’m real lazy. When I was younger, I wanted to go through with Medical school but it’s going to take six more years of brain-killing academics that I probably won’t be able to pursue on my own free will. I suck so bad that I have decided and proclaimed that as a broken dream. I realized at some point in my life that I don’t like studying, but I do it because I have to. I don’t want to go out into this world without a degree. I want to graduate. It’ll show that somehow I was strong enough to complete something as valuable as education, no matter how uninterested I may have seemed when I was in it. I love to procrastinate, hence, this two-year relationship with this blog. I sleep late almost every night. To me, sleep isn’t that precious. I’m not wasting my time on sleep. I’m picky. With almost everything. But when I pick or choose something I’ll like it for as long as I can. I’m not the prettiest, smartest, hottest, best chick there is. I’m just not. I’d say I couldn’t care less about that, but inside, I really do care because it does matter. I’m not super approachable. I look and act like a bitch sometimes but I can’t resent that because sometimes I really have to be one. Sometimes I feel ugly, sometimes I feel invisible. But I work it all out the best way I can even if it doesn’t really mean comfort for me.

I’m a mess but I’m okay. :]