My name is Brea and I'm seventeen years old. I use this space on the internet to write about my uneventful, small-town Virginia, high school life.
If you're here to read a journal full of deep musings about the meaning of life or anything beyond my pitifully average life, keep looking. This journal is filled with accounts of my daily activities, complaints about friends and family members, constantly being melodramatic, obsessing about music or school, or demented phoneposts made at midnight talking about birthday cakes and eating the red smarties last.