my names julia mcclelland, i am fifteen and i really don't have a clear picture of who i am, or who i would like to be, i'm in the process of that though. my life has built me up by tearing me down. i don't know who i'd be if things where different. my mom died when i was fourteen, i thought my life was over and in many ways it was. i've recently realized anger influenced choices make me do reckless things, and i will do anything to keep the thoughts of her away, no matter what it is or what consequences apply. the truth is, i'm numb. it takes a fucking lot for anything to even have an affect on me. truth is, its been so long that i've been able to find pleasure in anything simple at all, so i go on doing outrageous things, hoping to feel something.. anything. but in the end, you're the one who gets to play out who i am off of assumptions, so judge me. that's what it is going to boil down to anyway..