carbon12
Utterly obssessed/uninterested
The name is Karol, (+one martini please, shaken, not stirred) and I am 14 years old. I speak 4 languages and I wish to learn more. I want to study science or mathematics, or perhaps also programming. My favorite books are about quantum mechanics and science in general (that means that I understand Sheldon Cooper's jokes, ha).
I am bisexual (and nobody knows), atheist, and formerly with AS, reason why I've been called freak, and creep and many other insults.
I like reading and training my dog. I learned all the Periodic Table and raps, so that I could practice pronunciation (ha ha, that was my idea).
I don't like orange. My favorite numbers are 47 and 17. I collect rocks, and I also learned all the formulas to create them.
I've got just a friend, because I don't consider any of my classmates a good friend for me, so I just respect them, sometimes talk to them, but they definitely aren't my friends.
I don't know the name of my phobia, the fear of a song. Everytime I hear it, I escape, I can't control myself, just like misophonia. I don't like claps or people shouting.
For adapting my new school, I just imitate them. If they laugh, I laugh. If they go somewhere, I go there. I hate doing this, but my mother told me to do so.
And that's all the basics for knowing Karol. Hope you don't call me weirdo later. (and now the faces I don't understand)(-The **** man, what do they mean when you send them to me!)
I am bisexual (and nobody knows), atheist, and formerly with AS, reason why I've been called freak, and creep and many other insults.
I like reading and training my dog. I learned all the Periodic Table and raps, so that I could practice pronunciation (ha ha, that was my idea).
I don't like orange. My favorite numbers are 47 and 17. I collect rocks, and I also learned all the formulas to create them.
I've got just a friend, because I don't consider any of my classmates a good friend for me, so I just respect them, sometimes talk to them, but they definitely aren't my friends.
I don't know the name of my phobia, the fear of a song. Everytime I hear it, I escape, I can't control myself, just like misophonia. I don't like claps or people shouting.
For adapting my new school, I just imitate them. If they laugh, I laugh. If they go somewhere, I go there. I hate doing this, but my mother told me to do so.
And that's all the basics for knowing Karol. Hope you don't call me weirdo later. (and now the faces I don't understand)(-The **** man, what do they mean when you send them to me!)