I'm a doodler/wordwhore with an overactive imagination. Bipolar, A.D.H.D., S.P.D., O.C.D.... the works. I'm going to school. I'm drowning in debt. I'm dirt poor. I'm driving a car that stalls during rush hour traffic. I love and hate everything almost equally with a subtle, brimming sort of passion. I appear stoic to strangers, maybe even a little elitist and arrogant. In reality I'm an insecure, emotional basketcase.