I suppose introductions are in order.

Today, I'm doing something that I have never done before: I'm posting my thoughts on the Internet without the fear of someone telling me that I'm wrong. But before I get started on that, I suppose that there are a few things that I need to get out of the way first, for both my sake and for the sake of anyone who's reading this.

Call me Madame Jellyfish, though I'm not actually a jellyfish. Quite the opposite, actually. In reality, I am a fifteen-year-old human female. I'm red-haired and bespectacled, and rather short by the standards of most people, sitting at a comfortable 5'2". I consider myself to be a geek in the realms of science-fiction and history, and I am a music aficionado. I play the bass, write stories, and attempt to make sense of the world around me the best I can. But the reason why I'm here is far more important than anything in relation to that. I'm here because I'm depressed. And obsessive-compulsive. And a sociopath. I need to get it out of my system in any way that I can, and a close friend suggested that I start a blog. So... here we are.

I can deal with the fact that I go nuts whenever I step on a crack in the road. I can deal with the fact that I have the uncontrollable and irresistible urge to rearrange things like the kitchen cabinets, the refrigerator, the shelves of movies, and the silverware drawer to be absolutely perfect. I can deal with the fact that sometimes I lie to my real-life friends just for the hell of it. What I can't deal with is the overwhelming sense of hopelessness that I feel far too often. I can't deal with the fact that I often consider how easy it would be to walk out into the middle of traffic on my way home from Hell school. I can't deal with the fact that I often wonder what would happen if I got the guts to slash my wrists out. I need an outlet, so here we are. I finally have a decent, reliable outlet.

I'm going to try to write daily. If I don't update daily, I'll still update more than once a week. If you can't handle cynicism, morbidity, dark humor, and idle contemplation of existence, this is probably not the place for you to be.

Peace,
Madame Jellyfish