Weirdo with a strange sense for fashion and style.
I am a 15-year old metalhead girl with a list of things I hate and a list of people who don't need me in their lives.
All that I've learnt so far is that no one cares, unless you're pretty, or dying. And no matter how much you hurt yourself, they won't notice and they won't care, because, oh well, it's all for attention in the end, isn't it?
At least it's what they say...