Oh, sweet lord! It was a good thing that I didn't have to come back to this site three years later to a bio I had written three years before. The reason for that, quite plainly, is that I would not have liked to have seen what my depressed, 13-year-old self would have produced in this box with the 26 letters and the many more other symbols that were available to her. Thankfully, sh3 d1dn't typ3 l1k3 d15. She just left it blank. Understandable, though, as she did not like to talk about herself very much at all.
Now, I'm back and better than ever. This site used to be a scapegoat from the cruel, harsh hell in which the average human calls extended french middle school. Now, I'm in my right mind and the wrong mood. Crying time's over. Movin' on and up, brosephs.