Me

I'm not your average fifteen year old. I've been subject to domestic abuse, been sexually assaulted when I was fourteen, beaten by my mother, attempted suicide twice, and I self harm. Been bullied all my life by someone or other.

Don't let that put youu off though, I'm quite normal. Well, considering. I'm prone to bouts of depression, suicidal thoughts, etc etc.

Well, I act, really. Literally, I  act, but also the fact that I act like I'm okay.  Nobody ever knows, not even those I'm closest to. Not that I'm even that close to anybody. I don't let them in, youu see.  So all they see is this strange Scottish girl, who doesn't speak much unless youu know her quite well, with very fair, lily white skin, and raven black tresses (falling out).
I'm not vain, I'm a perfectionist... I can't go anywhere without make up. Ever. It just doesn't happen. At all.

Air Training Corps. The discipline and structure I so badly crave.