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Olivia Jane Bryan 15. I want to be pretty; skinny; beautiful; perfect; lovely all those things.. I'd love to do something I will remember forever and look back and smile; laugh; wonder why I did it but at the same time think it's funny how I did.. I want to be funny, emphasis on 'want', I'm normally the person who everybody laughs at for doing something totally beyond embarrassment not someone who is the joker because that is not my strong point - I just wish it was.. I also wish I was more confident, so badly that sometimes I attempt to force myself to be but somehow it never works, because one day I want to be an actress and act out anything without worrying how I look and prove to myself that I have conquered my fear of being 'the shy one in the background'.. I also want to be the girl no one ever forgets - because of good things - and I want to be the best friend anyone could ever have because my friends mean the world to me.. I want to be good at English so when I talk I sound smart but also have a good way with words <the opposite to what I am now.. I am fully and utterly obsessed with The Hunger Games especially, and also Harry Potter.. I love to dance and sing, which does not, I repeat: NOT, mean that I am good at them it just means I am a crazy person who has a good time but makes a fool of myself while I'm at it.. I want a tiny tattoo either on my hip; wrist; finger; or my forearm saying a quote that means something to me - like 'fearless'.. I love Justin Bieber; One Direction; Selena Gomez; Miley Cyrus; Demi Lovato; Taylor Swift but also Example; The Wombats; Ed Sheeran e.t.c and I must admit I have a little obsession with cheesy; cute; romantic films.. I have a weakness for really hot guys with good bodies; good looks; good personalities; good smiles; good eyes (definition=perfect) because it seems when I meet these guys I either don't know what to say and so don't say anything at all or they make me nervous and I talk and talk - so fast they can't tell what I am saying because the words coming out of my mouth aren't actually words at all and this makes me want to cry because I wonder how I will ever find a boyfriend.. I also think this 'little' description of me has gone on too long and is beginning to look like an essay so I guess it's now ended..