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 raw vegan and I don't have a religion.
I am very misanthropic.
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.
Just like being fat is a decision. You have a choice to eat processed, hard to digest, unhealthy, animal based foods that make you fat. I’m thin, and I don’t consider it a privilege because I fucking worked for it. I made the decision to be thin. Also, I’m not ashamed to admit that I think appearances matter. If you want me to take you seriously, I want to see physical proof that you take yourself seriously. I don’t think a person who gorges on fatty foods and doesn’t take care of themselves takes themselves seriously, so it’s hypocritical, in my opinion, to expect me to take them seriously. I understand that thin people can be unhealthy as well, yet it seems more acceptable in society to call thin people, especially women, privileged, bitches, whores, sluts, anorexic, conceited, ugly, vain, etc. Gosh, no wonder why I’m so misanthropic. People are fucking idiots.