My name's Izzy. I guess this page is just a little bit about me, so let's jump right in!

I was born and raised in a small town, and I grew up here with Natalie. We didn't used to be very good friends because I was a weirdo and she was running with the (at the time) popular crowd. Once I hit high school I stopped letting myself fall into those stereotypical categories (I know, sounds like I'm a hipster or something but GET OVER IT) and now I'm just a weird artsy kid that doesn't know what the heck is happening half the time because I've got some odd scenario running around in my hamster-ball of a brain. To put myself into just two words, I would have to say "absent minded."

I hope everyone who reads this realizes pretty quickly that Izzy isn't my real name even though it makes me feel like a swag monster but for confidentiality reasons, everyone who writes on here will be using a pseudonym. That;s right, you're reading my unfiltered thoughts (probably written at the butt crack of dawn) so beware!

More about myself? Not more strange digressions? Aww okay.

I've been in marching band since 7th grade. I've played the clarinet since 5th grade. My first relationship was with a sweet kid who I'll call Ross (because Friends) and that ran from the middle-ish of 8th grade to the end-ish of my freshman year. I'll rant about him and why I'm not dating him in a blog later or something.

*resets brain* Right!

I got really into art when I was 10 and my grandmother died. In order to cope with what I felt, I tried to draw the facial expressions that contained the grief and anger. I've never kept a lot of friends for as long as I can remember. Talking about stuff that hurts makes me feel weak. After being bullied in middle school I learned to never look weak, even to myself. Again, a rant for another day.

Sidenote: I wonder if Natalie regrets adding me to this yet? I'M LONG WINDED OKAY

I guess, really, the reason I'm doing all of this long-winded, nonsensical gibberish is for a few reasons. First off, I've gotta sort this crap out. I've got a matter of months to figure out where I'm going and what I'm doing. Second, I haven't made many close friends that I'm still in contact with. In an odd way, anonymously ranting about my life makes me feel less alone. Third, I want to help Natalie's cool idea grow. I know as a freshman I would have loved to see this kind of thing. And finally, I'm horribly curious and I want to get reactions. I know I'll get some rude ones, just as sure as I'll get insanely supportive ones. Really I think I'm just looking to restore my faith in humanity. Or something.

 But yeah. I ramble and rant then go back and try to clean up the messes I've made. Basically a summary of my high school experience in a single sentence.

Welcome to the hell inside my head. 

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