My name is Ingrid, i'm fifteen years old, and i'm from Norway. I enjoy reading books, drinking tea, daydreaming, long walks, the smell after rain, baking, making people happy, working out, watching movies and listening to music. One of my greatest passions is to write, and i hope to become a writer, a doctor and a forensic anthropologist. I'm in love with a boy that doesn't care about me, i'm fighting Lyme disease and i'm both happy and sad at the same time, and still trying to figure out how that could be. i tend to put myself down, despise my looks and caring about people that don't care about me. I've been used by people, and i'm trying really hard not to be, even though i often come up with excuses to why they're NOT doing so, even when it's obvious. I still don't know if i'm the drizzle or the hurricane, because i don't know exactly who i am yet. i constantly feel like i'm too bothering, that nobody likes me, really. i hope you like my tumblr, and don't get offended by my face in the sidebar. if there's anything you'd like to know about me, or if you'd just like to talk, my askbox is always open. Go leave a rosebud. Okay? okay. xx