Name: Insane

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 17

D.O.B. : March 31

Greatest Memory: Entering Arkansas after all the time spent packing, stressing, and knowing everything is going to change.

Mental Health: Duh. Insane! :)

Religion: Not Sure? Religion and I are not happy with each other right now. :(

List of what to do before I die: See the Sick Puppies and Garbage in concert, Own a horse, Graduate school, Find love, Get a tattoo and anti-eyebrow, Be happy, Make a video about the starting a free hugs campaign in my town and video it , Smile a real smile not a fake one, and get past my fear of cars and driving.

Relationship with family: Very Strained... I love them but can't stand them sometimes. We argue and yell and generally can't even be in the same room without something happening.

Favorite bands:Sick Puppies, Garbage, Paramore, Carrie Underwood, Porcelain and the Tramps, Savage Garden, Rihanna, SuperChick, Barlow Girls,Smile Empty Soul, and so many more.

Favorite book: Haven't read any good books yet.

UPDATE: MY WHOLE COMPUTER HAD TO BE REDONE AND I'VE LOST EVERYTHING ON IT. WHICH MEANS THE STORY I WAS WORKING ON IS GONE ALONG WITH EVERYTHING ELSE! SOBS

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male."I found this somewhere on a profile."

Time is my ally. I fear not death.
She is my guardian, my protector.
She whispers to me in the dark. I hear her in the wind. I taste her in the rain.
She is my guide. I feel her in the air, in the water, in the earth.
She leads me, shows me the way, and never leaves my side.
She is my dearest friend, my most trusted confidant.
She sends shivers along my bones and brings comfort and peace.
Time is my ally. I do not fear death.