Righto. Here goes. I am a 15 year old, brought up British and now living in America. Very confused as to my identity/who I really am/what country I even owe allegiance to. Hence the name, Fake Brit. This blog is basically an online diary about my life, because the hand-written diary I have at home is a pain in the ass to keep up, but I need a diary to vent to because otherwise I bottle eveything up and it creates Big Problems. Communicating is not my strong point. Also, this way I can maybe get feedback from objective outsiders about what I may either be doing right, or what I may be doing to destroy my life. I have no idea where I’m going right now. Um um um what else about me? I have a beloved Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Meribel. I live with my parents who I kind of don’t pay attention to but love nonetheless, my 7th grade sister Katie, and my 5th grade brother Nick. I frequently refer to Nick as Asswipe, which is my pet name for him, so don’t get confused if I write that in a post. I’ll be referring to my brother. We have a VERY loving relationship, as I’m sure you can tell. Other than that, I really don’t know what to say about myself. I’m not terribly interesting, I don’t think. I’m more or less like every other teenage girl. Maybe a bit more confused, a bit less common-sensical, and a lot clumsier. But that’s ok. I have fun anyway.
