If I said I didn't care, I'd be lying
I love you dearly, darling.
Hi, I'm Lizz. The extra z is optional.

I'm that person your mother warned you about being the super smart girl that sits in the corner planning the end of the world. Until of course she realises you need me to tutor you and I'm actually not the quiet. and only smart. not super smart. which comes as a dissapointment, but bear with me.
And then i turn out to be sitting in the corner so the teacher wont notice me drawing on my homework.
I hate art class because people tell me what to draw.
I hate art school because they want realism. not my personal style. But I love them for making me realise I need to expand my talent.
I laugh at stupid jokes like " A man walked into a bar, you'd think he'd seen it"
And I answer to things like "Old Fart" and "Lady" and things like that.
I'm as straight as a curvy line. But I'm not a spiral. YET.
I don't like self- inflicted pain. So here's some code for my journal
Doing something with hair that involves cutting it : Depressed
with the exception of " OH MAN, DUDE, I LOOKED AT SOME GIRL'S HAIRSTYLE, LOL, IT LOOKS SO COOL I WANNA CUT IT LIKE HER!!"
ugh its like...you know? : trying to surpress bad words. lol
and everything else is quite straight forward.
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People don't have to be pretty to be cool.