Hi, im Olivia, or Via, just not Livvy, the only person allowed to call me OlOl is Rachel and she hates me soo...

I don't put up with any crap.

Last year my parents made me move to London with them.

I'd love to say that it has made my "art" so much better, but here are the artistic effects:

Suddenly the only photographs important to me are snapshots of my friends. I have a year long phase of writers block, except when I write about New Orleans, and I'm just not ready to face that. I'm trying to draw, I keep a sketchbook, but it still doesn't have the same effect words do for me, so you'll have to wait till I've matured a bit more.

When I started Sheezy, I was really young, below the age limit actually, I had problems socially and ended up creating a whole different identity on the internet. In truth, I was a pathological liar, I hope you guys forgive me for that. However, I left for a while, forgot it even, and now I'm back. Ive matured, and spent some time getting to know myself. I've gained and lost some friends along the way, and some of it was for the best. Some wasn't. So here comes the about me part:

I'm 14 years old, dark hair, dark eyes, no, not gorgeous natalie portman type eyes either. I'm 5 foot 8 and skinny. Not good skinny, flat chested no hips skinny.
I have a dog.
I don't have a horse, but I do have something special with them. I ride because it terrifies me.

I'm definitely not perfect.

And my mom is adopting a Russian 5 year old, I'm not sure how I feel about it. Childish as it is, I think I'm jealous, and you know what, that's fine with me. I'm still a teenager, albeit a very confused teenager.

But in the end, what's it all matter?