no but really whether or not I’m “diagnosing” myself, I’ve always known that I had a problem and now that I found out there’s a name for it, I feel a bit better knowing that—even though I express to people in school all the time that the feeling of someone shaking their leg behind me in class literally makes me want to kill them and they look at me and ask what the fuck my problem is—people DO understand and people do have it worse and there are ways to cope with it
Okay, kid, this is where it gets complicated...
Julie: a lackadaisical, neurotic, asocial, slightly supercilious asshole with absolutely nothing to complain about.
Beauty addict, hardcore feminist, bit of a misanthropist and a definite loner with a big ego.
Sometimes I wish I was a starfish.
I live in Connecticut and I'm attempting to become an undergraduate sociology major. I'm also trying to figure out how to be a functional human being and whatnot. I'll let you know how that goes.
Here are some pictures of me.
I ramble, and I'll answer if you ask.
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