~ Name is Harley. I'm an egoistic, pretentious, aspiring writer who thinks big spaces and crowds are life-threatening unless they can be managed in tolerable amounts. Am finally learning to overcome agoraphobia once I understood that the world must know who I am and what I can do. But it doesn't mean I don't freak out once in a while when crowds attack me. I would die in a stampede long before it reaches me; just the very thought of it is enough. I'm very fantasy-oriented, still stuck between two realities that I desperately try to connect together. It also means I get high in the most creative ways.



~ If you wish to be my friend, then you must endure the bullshit written in this jormal whose content will depend on my manic depressive mood swings. And quirky quirks with fucking flair. You have been warned sufficiently enough. Your choice to add me is your social suicide. It's not that I hate humanity, just some people part of it. I'm open-minded with the rest who are comprehensible.



~ Please do tread lightly. I'm nothing if not a schizophrenic bitch. Haruhi Suzumiya plus Sunako Nakahara plus Megumi Noda plus Risa Koizumi. And mix it with Ally Mcbeal, Taylor Townsend, Georgia Lass, Peyton Saywer and Jenny Schecter. And you get a second-rate, what-the-fuck version of me. I bend and expand and all that. But don't even try to break me. It'll only come back to bite you in the ass.