re-reading my “about” section, I realize that it’s rather misleading. i seem to come across somebody who is fairly confident and knows what she’s doing and where she’s going. this is probably how it should have gone:

about me
hi my name is kim nguyen and i’m a 19 year old girl dealing with depression. well, manic depression, but mostly the depression part. or trying to anyhow. about eighty percent of the time i’m fine. and then the other twenty percent of the time i blog. in the eighty percent of the time that i’m feeling good, i’m actually a decent person. i may even be a remarkable person.

i like the zoo, amusement parks, movies and have a passion for all things cute. i tend to ignore people’s bad qualities during my high moments.

i write better than i speak — which really doesn’t say much for my speaking skills, but sometimes i can be more proud of my writing skills than I should be. white lies tend to slip from my mouth and fingers, and in my low moments these white lies can become a huge problem that i cannot control.

i’m easily manipulated, but i usually don’t really mind. my mother was manipulative and i guess i just learned to live with it. adapt and survive and all. i suspect i may be unconsciously manipulative, but most of the time i have no idea what i’m doing… nor do i really care enough to change that… i’m too absorbed in what’s going on within my head to pay attention to what’s going on around me most of the time.

i make myself suffer a lot, needlessly. most of the time i can see it coming. everyone can,, but i let it happen regardless of this. sometimes i wonder if i’m a masochist. i think most of the time it stems from boredom, idleness, and stress.

i really like food. particularly sushi, sharp cheddar and flaming hot cheetos. i eat a lot and i’ve gained over 15 lbs in the last year. i feel more than gluttonous.

i like to write wish sharpies more then pens. i like free stuff. i like sticker pictures. i like my webcam. i love my boyfriend. i love my website. i love my planner. and i love my mommy as much as i’m scared of her.