User Profile

Typically, it is a bad idea to start anything on the internet off with your age and name. Especially if you're a teenage girl. Obviously falling into that vapid demographic, I am prone to do stupid things. The difference between the rest of the population and myself, however, is that I know full well what actions I am performing and the possible consequences. Thus, my name is Heidi, and I am a fifteen year old girl. Perhaps I'm not lacking so much intelligence to reveal my address, or even the state I live in. From that, you may eke out that I am indeed from the United States of America. Have fun teasing out the rest of the public details of my life, if you so desire. I write this journal for no real reason, unless you can count an insatiable boredom. Like every other teenager in America today, I have experimented with the various webpage generators such as MySpace and Facebook. You hear so much about the stalkers and such that prey on the naivete of adolescents, or whoever else just so happens to be on those wonderful sites. I'm not sure what these kidnapped, murdered, raped, whatevered people expect to find when they post sexy pictures of themselves on the internet and on the same page write their personal information so the world can see. Of course, every site has tried to maintain some level of privacy by altering the profile viewing and limiting it to only people who are pre-okay'ed by the user themself. But, the question I ask is this: Who, myself whoheartedly included, actually checks anyone out thoroughly enough to determine stalkertude before pressing the 'Accept' button? No one? I have yet to find one among my friends that is an effective screener.

What does any of this have to do with me and my bio? Absolutely nothing. In fact, I see I may have gotten a touch carried away. But let's diverge into the reality aspect of my humdrum life. In the last year, I've tried on alcoholism, bulimia, anorexia, self-mutilation, prescription-drug abuse, and binge-eating. In spite of all this, I am terribly normal, and as my therapist says, in a transitional period between destructive coping mechanisms.

And that, my friends, is me in a nutshell.

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