But watch how good I'll fake it.
I'm 20 and my story is slowly developing. I like to run, read, write, and paint. I love spending time with my nephews and I also love my job. On the flip side, I have an eating disorder, anxiety, and severe depression. But I'm dealing.
I use more anti-wrinkle cream than an 80 year old.
Desperate Housewives is the shit and I watch the seasons in an endless cycle.
I work in a pharmacy and like to complain about customers/my boss on the daily.