"Everything that I understand, I understand only because I love" -Tolstoy

I'm in such a claustrophobic, annoyed, pent up frustrated mood that I'm not sure what to do with my self, and I'm not entirely sure, to be honest.
This post isn't going to have any pictures, it's just me talking about me, so my apologies.
I think I'm just so afraid of being alone. Everyone is going away.
No one who reads this knows anything about me other than the very small details I may include in the prompts to what ever pictures I am posting that day. Today, you'll get to know me a little.
I'm from the south. Georgia, to be exact. I lived there for twelve years until I moved to Los Angeles with my mom six and a half years ago.
These are things I like:
-Being outside at night, especially the rare, cool summer nights
-Being in the rain. Especially inside of cars in the pouring rain.
-Drive-through car washes with slow music low.
-When thin fabric drapes over sticking-out bones, think what you will of me.
-Alphabetizing my books, DVDs, CDs, everything I can.
-Lots of books in small spaces. Especially when they're old books.
-The very dim purple-brown of the sky at 4am in Los Angeles, even if the color is because of too much smog.
-The rare times when I have a burst of inspiration and write several pages at a time, and I'm proud of it.
-Androgynous, beautiful boys. Their skinny bodies and pretty eyes.
-Over hearing nerdy jokes, that no one else gets.
-The expression on people faces when they realize I am, in fact, really fucking smart.
-Really pretty and simple looking foods, dresses, and hair.

These are things I do not like:
-Being stuck in a place. I don't mind staying home, but when it's due to not having anything else to do, it sucks.
-Quitting half way through a book.
-Small spaces, like cars full of people I'm not crazy about.
-People who betray those they're close to. I can't stand seeing my friends get hurt.
-Sweaty hands, overly eager hugs, and hugging someone with a backpack on.
-When I'm asked to do something more than once.
-Watching someone do something slowly and inefficiently, especially when I could do it much quicker.
-Mayonaise, radishes, vinegar, and the smell of any meat, fish, or anything fried.
-Realizing I've forgotten to take pictures after a really great night.

That's me, summed up.
Tell me something about yourselves?