AHOY! my name is laura. sixteen. i live in the wonderful city of chicago. i no longer have a social life because of the internet. Peter Pan is my secret lover.

coffee runs through my veins.

i'm very complex. i believe i'm two different persons. some may think i'm a hypocrite.

on one side, i'm heartless. feelings are so overrated. there are little things that make me happy. there's no such thing as a happy ending and everybody dies alone. i don't like humans. used to wear my heart on my sleeve, but learned better. don't care if you're one my closest friends. you will only see what i want you to see. i say things how i see them, won't sugar coated for you. i hate when people pity me, so i won't pity you. i believe in second chances. but if you fucked up the second time, you can go straight to hell. i don't care about other peoples problems.

on the other side, i want to change the world and make it a better place. spread happiness and love. i can see beauty in the ugliest things. even in psychopaths. i'm very curious. i want to understand, not judge. even if it seems like it at times. i like to talk about the most absurd things. i have my doubts about religion. but believe in God.

i hate this world so whenever i can, i read. i find it interesting how many worlds are out there just waiting for you to discover them. my self-esteem is very low. so i don't make friends easily.

i'm single. but by choice. i don't need a boy to be happy. i don't 'need' anyone to be happy. so, i figure if i going to be with someone, i want to be happy to have them around. i want him to be happy whenever i'm around not to need me. because when you need someone, it fucks you over.

yes, i used to wear my heart on my sleeve. but i got tired of it. i got tired of getting hurt. so i choose not to care, not to feel. it's better that way. i'm scared of conflict so i keep quiet. even when i'm angry, i keep it all in. i have so many things to say but i can't never find the words. and i wouldn't know where to start.

i hate compliments. that may sound like i'm unappreciative but it's not true. whenever someone compliments me i think they're being sarcastic. i don't see what they claim they see in me and no matter how many compliments i get, that will never change.

people say that i have a face that's really hard to read. well, that because sometimes i don't even know what i'm thinking. i'm sick of people calling me "heartless