Riley James. 19 Despite the fact that I look twelve. New York raised with lungs full of smoke. I'd much rather spend my time lost in a world of fantasy than deal with the harshness of reality. I'm as childish as they come and not afraid to speak my mind, even if I sometimes express these thoughts by cursing like a sailor. Fairy tales and happy ever afters are myths, best left kept in a story book for children; strong believer in self-medication.
[Not Tay Jardine and in no way claiming to be. I'm as imaginary as Bloo from Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends]