My name is Lotty, or Charlie, rarely Charlotte. I don't like the name Charlotte; it sounds traditional and proper. I don't think I'm either of those things (but I like that it can be shortened).
The absurdity of Myspace dumbfounds me. I spend hours creating a representation of myself on the internet; something that is perhaps nothing like me at all, more just how I want others to see me. Then I refuse to add anyone I don't know, and set my profile to Private. The consequence of this is that my friends (most of whom I've known for years, and I tell my darkest secrets to) get to see a self indulgent page about me, and leave me nice comments despite the fact that I'll probably, infact, see them later that day, and if not would rather speak to them on the phone anyway. But regardless of the madness of this thing called Myspace - Here I am doing it again.
Physically I live in a little house in Winton with a crazy chain smoking cider drinking housemate called Beck. Mentally I live in a small bubble, and sometimes hide in cupboards or under blankets all day.
I worry about little things like my nail varnish matching my earings, and ignore big things like a twothousandpound overdraft and my total lack of ambition.
I need to be by the sea, I also need more affection than most people. I am overly sensitive and my heart is unimaginably delicate. I am still one of the most stubborn people I know. I cry sometimes, for no reason at all (that really annoys my poor long-suffering boyfriend - who by the way means more to me than anything else. Everyday with him makes me more alive.)
I'm terrified of gowing old; but crave the wisdom that comes with it. Commitment scares me, but being alone is unthinkable.
I think that I am a fun person to be around most of the time. I can also be complicated, sad and high-maintainence in the extreme.Myspace Layouts
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