My name is Carly. I am a seventeen year old girl from New York.
If I had to describe myself to someone who didn't know me, I guess I would say that I am an optimistic realist drowning in cynicism. I try to look at everything in a positive light, but I know that misery is just another part of life.
It all depends on how much you feed into it.
The people around me aren't very intelligent, to put it lightly. My peers are mostly airheads consumed in material obsessions and tanning. I don't mind. Some of these robots are my best friends.
But I do crave an intellectual conversation every now and then. One that completely abstains from the acronyms 'Lol' and 'Omg'.
Little things amuse me, and I am very easily pleased. I think that stupid people who think they're intelligent should get a swift kick in the crotch.
I would give anything to be four years old again, and not have a care in the world.
I prefer the company of children to most adults. It's the immaturity inside that strictly adheres to the unspoken laws of childhood like, don't let the balloon touch the floor, allow yourself to look stupid at all times, and most importantly, enjoy everything in your life.
I'm not perfect, and I would never in a million years jump on an opportunity to be. I may just be a sarcastic, odd, outspoken girl with her head in the clouds, and I know I have many flaws (I will be the first to point them out to you), but I am perfectly happy being myself. I love the person I have grown to be, and I am proud of everything I have done in my life so far. I plan on succeeding. I plan on changing the world. I plan on laughing in the faces of all those that tried to stop me. But above everything, I plan on being as happy as possible, making stupid mistakes, being young and loving every minute of my pathetic little existence.
Life is too short to spend regretting and hating. Love with everything you have, and just fuck everything that tries to hold you back.