“MISTAKES ARE THE ONLY UNIVERSAL FORM OF ORIGINALITY.”

I’m Steph.

16. Female. Pessimist. Hypocrite. Artist. Fighter. Student. Emotional. Photographer. Music Enthusiast. Friend. Sister. Daughter. Confused. Anxious. Depressed. Determined.

About Me’s suck. I can be both shy and outgoing. I can sing my heart out to good ol’ punk and rock, then turn around and play the the cheesiest pop music you’ve ever heard. I love clothes, hair, makeup, but 9 times out of 10 you’ll find me in a hoodie and jeans. I want to push myself and be a modern day superhero, but another side of me wants a simple life being a housewife.

I over analyze everything, but sometimes I like to let my hair down and just have a good time. I’m still in the process of figuring out who I am, but I think I have a general idea of what I want to do in life. I care so deeply about awareness about diabetes, depression and self harm, but I like to sit in my room all day and let junk food crumbs dribble down my shirt. Tattoos and piercings are so beautiful to me yet I’d still love to have a job where I could wear a dress suit every day.

I love photographs but I loathe being in front of a camera. I believe I am truly beautiful but yet I still worry about what others think of me. I love to sketch and I love to sing, but despite what people say I still have trouble believing I have talent. I can be on top of the world but still have weak wrists.

I try my best to always be kind but I’m blunt as worn blades. I have been diagnosed with depression and anxiety and although I sound like I’m glorifying my illness I just want help. I tell others to put the knife down when crimson exudes from my skin. My shell is covered with incisions.

I’m complicated. But I’m also as transparent as glass.

You’d just have to know me to understand.