The date and time it is minus December 29th, 1991 at approximately seven o'clock in the morning equals my age.
I have a wonderful boyfriend named Jeff who is my everything.
I have an obsession with Marilyn Manson, Motionless in White, astronomy, science in general, and Stephen Hawking.
I am a physics major, astronomy minor, and I play the piano.
I love heavy metal.
I'll beat you in chess.
My personality type is INTJ.
I'm a vegan and I don't have a religion.
I am very misanthropic.
I am anorexic.
I'm straight edge. (Which means I don't do drugs or consume alcohol.)
I would waste time telling you about who I am, yet I'd rather you find out by yourself.
I just have to overcome the annoying habit of weighing myself multiple times throughout the day, and I pretty much overcame my eating disorder for the most part. I guess I just care too much about my brain and about my future career as a scientist to give that much of a fuck about my anorexia anymore. So, as my therapist puts it, I’m not going to be skinny because of anorexia. I’m just going to be skinny because that’s just how my body is. Throughout 2 years of seeing a doctor and my therapist, I’ve come to learn that I just don’t have a curvy frame, I am skinny because of being a vegan with an overactive brain (thinking does burn calories), and I’m way too bright for my own good which is the cause of most of my stress, anxiety, perfectionism, and depression. So, I guess, I’d rather live for science than live for my anorexic addiction.