Well. My pen name is Christal and I am pretty much an average American teenager. Only, I’m not quite average, and I’m not much of a patriotic person.
I’m nineteen years old now, going on twenty. (Holy crap does time fly.) Back in the day I was hyper and ridiculous and a chubby little drama llama who always had way too much sugar. The difference between then and now is that I’m just as hyper and ridiculous with a little less drama, a little more exercise, way less sugar, and time. . . And, well… I went from being a dog person to a cat person. (I actually never had a preference and still don’t.)
I’m of the female variety and asexual … borderline straight, borderline I’m way too awkward for this andIwanttohaveagoodtimesodon’ttouchmeandwecanjustbefriendsokay? Okay.
Making people laugh, being the best person I can be, and getting people to think outside of the box are pretty much my life goals. (Although getting married someday and making my parents proud is what I should actually be writing here. Oops.)
My life hasn’t been particularly kind to me, although I know I’m better off than other people out there. It’s just that my self-esteem doesn’t really exist. My biggest problems are cutting and eating properly. (Because you really need to know that.) We all have skeletons in our closet. I just don’t bother to keep my closet closed.
I enjoy anything and everything creative. From singing and performing, to drawing and writing. Expressing myself is what I do best. (Actually that and listening are the only things I can do.) I also tend to be very random, but I promise you I’m sometimes not maybe are possibly sober part of the time.
If that wasn’t enough for you than you’re welcome to message me about whatever you’d like.