My biggest goal in life is to create the "greatest" movie ever made. Though, it would vary by opinion, I hope by the general public it would be seen as beautiful. I enjoy philosophy, art (such as movies, films, cartoons, paintings, drawings, music, etc.), astronomy, math, and [complex] subjects and concepts. I find them interesting and pretty beautiful in a way. I try my best to understand the situations around me, though I can't necessarily understand them physically or mentally. I'm vegetarian (not vegan, there's a difference, ok?). I've been skinny all my life. Not skinny as in a bit underweight, I'm almost terribly underweight. I love eating, but I'm still a picky eater. Some languages I know a bit of are Spanish, Italian and Japanese. Let me clarify that I am not fluent in any of those as of now other than Spanish. My first language is English, and it is the only language I'm actually fluent in. I mean, I'm writing this all in English right now. I have many hobbies. Including bass, painting, drawing, coding, singing, playing games, photography, writing, listening to music and poetry. I'm not the absolute best at what I do, but it makes me feel happy. I love animals a lot, while I don't have the same liking towards humanity. I can be very hopefully, but also very, very hopeless. I've been through years of psychosis and depression, that is currently still ongoing, but I really don't want people to treat me [too] differently because of it. I get irritated easily sometimes. I enjoy helping others as much as I possibly can, it really means something to me.

When I was really, really young, I thought the world of creativity was beautiful. I loved libraries more than anything, as well as watching shows, movies, anything. I loved it so much that it inspired me to make my own art beginning at the age of 4. Either drawing, writing stories, painting, whatever! I thought it was the best thing ever, and I still think it is. Stories from death and murder to princess warriors- my head was all over the place but in the best way possible. I think me understanding the concept of death though (not full on, philosophical death, but that people will and can people die) kind of messed with my brain a lot. Because of that, I was more violent.
Once I went to school (including pre-k), I was always the odd one out, you know? It sucked, but I still had some friends. I just never really fit in with anybody. In elementary school I was bullied due to my mental disorders, mental issues and interests. It was terrible, but I pushed through till the end. I was a terrible kid. I would always do weird stuff and think weird things, really screwed up my head.
By the time I got to middle school, my life just flipped over. I have plenty of friends who care about me, I have [some] support for my mental state as well as knowing how to cope, and also figuring out who I truly am. It's weird for me to see how far I've come, but I like to think I'm not the only one who feels weird when thinking of their past selves and how they acted. After all, I was a kid. A dumb one at that.