five

If jury duty was this epic, everyone would be wanting to go on it. Thus, they keep the cool jury duty cases out of the public's reach.

Sadly. Oh well. I know what cool jury duty feels like because I'm Anabel Starr. I'm pretty awesome.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself. You should try it sometimes.

four

I kind of love this picture - it's adorable and there's something heartbreakingly beautiful about N tending to his younger self. I don't know what is is though.

Um, anyways, you didn't read that. I swear - I hate gushy icky lovely feely emotions. They're too much to deal with. It would be better for all of us to be emotionless shells, then none of us would have to ever hurt. We'd live in peaceful harmony and that would be great.

At least, in my world. 

three

“Ah, yes, sorry dear. I forgot we were dealing with a girl that got checked out of rehabilitation early.” Zane retorted, causing Anabel let out a noise that sounded like a dying cat.

Quote from my favorite book ever, Inevitable. 

It's hilarious seeing people write a biography about you and fail miserably.

two

A topic I dislike discussing is love. Here's my stand on it: it sucks and should go crawl into a hole somewhere. It's misleading, unpredictable, ridiculous, and in the end, you end up heartbroken because the stupid, shallow, pretty boy you fell for never looked your way, not even once.

Maybe I'm just jaded. Who knows?

one

First post, ooh snazzy. Whatever, really. I'm kind of pissed off at an assorted bunch of people. I mean, you would be too if your best friend tried to kill you and instead of being thrown into jail for the rest of her life, is now a famous model in New York, Ri. This is unsettling for a myriad of reasons, a plethora, really, but I'm not going to talk about that. 

It'll take too much time. So instead of talking about that, I'll talk about myself like a stereotypical Neo-Los Angeles Puppeteer would.

I'm Anabel Starr, age seventeen. This is my blog, insomnia and gunshots.