My ego is like my stomach. It keeps shitting what I feed it.
Oyy. The name is clearly Aimée, if you bother to read the vital information at the top. I want to go back the 1990's, just as the age I am now. I'm a retro gamer. I spend most of my life on the internet. I don't really have a life. deviantART is something I use but don't submit anything to. I am guilty of thinking emo boys are gorgeous. Shame on me for being so clichéd. Once I have re-read my decription I once again realize what a pitiable loser I really am. But I can't be bothered to delete any of it. Oh dear. I cannot stand school; the only lessons I pay attention in are the ones I'm doing for GCSE. (Photography, Art & Design, I Media and History if you were wondering...) Why can't I stand school, you may ask? The people. I am far from perfect but the "stable" minds in my school are full of homophobia. And the Dettol they nuke the desks with plays up my eczema. I detest the "scene" on this website. MySpace is for people like you.
Quick! Before it gets famous.
I'm usually nice. So add me.