I'm Leslie, sixteen, and some people think more highly of me than others. I have a tendency to be loud.
I've changed a lot, and I don't think anyone is noticing. I try to forgive. I enjoy art. I listen to music nonstop. I write a lot, but I don't let anyone read what I've written. I have a large family. I have strange thought patterns.
I am what I made myself.
That's all I can ever be.
You'll find that I have small groups of people that I tell the inner workings of my heart to. Once I've let you out, well... let's put it this way, I had a hard enough time letting you in to begin with, I'm not going to open the door a second time if it's only going to hit you on the way out.
I seldom ever need what I remember, yet what I am in need of, has long ago slipped through the crevasses of my mind.
I guess you could call me intelligent, it is certainly what is making up for my lack of common sense and stability.
Welcome to my brain, have fun mucking around, but be sure to stay away from the gift shop unless you're truly prepared to leave. Flickr