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Memoirs of an Amnesiac

Like this, close your eyes. Soar to the sky, past even your dreams.

Sunny Skye
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I just turned 25, but I feel much older. I'm curvy, but wish I were stick thin.
I smoke cigars, and on occasion, I drink wine. I could never be an alcoholic.
I lose friends more often than I make them, but I don't mind because I can only be myself, and even if no one else is comfortable with me, I can at least say that I am.
I have a broad range of interests, hobbies, etc, but I won't bore you with the details. After all, that's why the "interests" section exists.
I'm not who you think I am.

By day, I am a fashion designer. I make and I sell my own jewelry and accessories.
By night, I am a serious gamer. I own a 3DS and will swap codes with whoever is interested.
I love to read, but I have trouble finding books that appeal to my very particular tastes.
I feel stupid talking about myself, even in places where I am supposed to do so.
I'm shy, awkward, and I pretty much keep to myself.
I try not to care what anyone thinks of me, but deep down, I have to admit to some level of humanity.