hi, i'm clara
i'm not crazy, nor am i anti-social.
me and the people in my head talk a lot.
about me
i won't call myself weirdskin if i'm not weird.
i have a lot of mental issues and talking to myself (and to my characters in my head) is not part of it.
i always fight with myself because she thinks she's always right.
i worry about the world, the turtles and whales, the stars, the night sky, fried chicken, the moon, and even the FEW little fireflies at night.
i just worry...a lot.
if you read any of my stories, you are one of my worries now.
my stories
the stories i write is my mind and soul ripped and shredded into words. i'm still learning this craft and i always hope to be better. please bear with me and all the romantic cliché, corny jokes, angst, violence, profanities, depressive and non-depressive issues included in my stories.
if you love my stories, i love u too.
poetry
because the deepest hurt is sensitive to even the slightest touch. few words are enough to hit the sore and swollen spots.
contact
i'm a ninja hidden in the shadows. but here are ways to reach me:
the weirdskin cult
this is a place for the sad and mad—welcome home.
paidcents
if ur feeling holy, these can link u straight to my wallet:
playlists
weirdskin's pages
shop
i sell stuff.