bianca is my name, and being lame is my game.

i blow out my birthday candles on october 1st.

i am sixteen years old.

i’m a sophomore and i hate my high school with a passion.

over all very friendly, though when you first see me, i may come off as a little shy. but i’m working on that.

very free-spirited and adventurous. have been tied down for basically all my life and i just want go grow up and get outta here. i want to be who i want to be and follow my dreams.

speaking of dreams, i want to be a psychologist, a model, a poet, and an author when i grow up. and just about everything else. i can never limit it to one thing, but i know for sure i do want to be a psychologist.

native to south-eastern USA.

always questioning everything. why, why, why?

secretly, i can be quite selfish. and a tad bit critical. especially of myself.

i’m the ultimate perfectionist. probably have a couple of OCD tendencies.

ever-changing taste in music. but i’ll listen to almost everything. well, that is, except for country.

a poet and prose-writer for the past five years. open to sharing most of my work if you ask nicely.

also an artist and a poor excuse for someone who enjoys DIY/crafts.

i’ll admit, i don’t like being alone very much. but sometimes i do need time to myself.

i just want to make a difference in someone’s life. and that is all.

the end.