I'm not good at describing myself- I guess I'm kind of shy and I like helping people. I'm mostly quiet, but I'm loud if I'm with my friends. Because of my mental issues, I act odd sometimes. Aside from that, I don't think I'm too interesting.
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'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 even if I'm so skinny, but I'm 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. I have many hobbies, including bass, painting, drawing, coding, singing, playing games, photography, writing, and listening to music. I love animals a lot. I can be very hopeful, 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 and it's one of the only things that makes me happy.

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.
Once I went to school, 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 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.