Let me speak before you do your judging. According to my birth certificate, they call me Frankie J Spackman. My mother opened her stomach and popped me out on June 28, 1994. I am now 14! =] Freshmeat. My being is my own. My personality is one sided of myself. I am what I am. I think how I can. I act how I want. No one can change that. Except my baby <3. I don't care if you're a bitch, or asshole. I'll try my best not to stoop down to your level or show you up. People call me really sweet, I don't want to change that[:. I'm a cracker. Been a white chick for all my days. Don't say anything about it. I am not racist. Never will I be. I have lived in mormon-ville my whole damn life. I used to be a mo-mo, now I don't count myself in any religion. I have my own beliefs, faith, hope and trust. I don't trust easy If I don't know you in real life. It especially takes a lot for me to trust you if you're a guy. I'm not sexest, but just past expierences have led me to have doubts. I trust a couple people. Many people trust me, Part of my reputation comes from being an easy truster, listener and laid back. People call me a crackhead. But have I ever tried drugs? I think not. My style is not a specific one. It's what I want it to be. It's frankie. Some people call me emo, skater, punk, scene. If I had to label myself it would be scene-ish. But I am NOT a poser. You call me that, you're blocked. I get pissed off easily when people call me that, or people say I wear too much makeup. I do what I want. Not what you do. I am not a follower, or a wannabe. If you think that, you might as well go fuck a goat before I tell you to[:. I love everyone, I say it a lot. Only to certain people though. My friends mean everything to me. They keep me in school. Without them I wouldn't be breathing. Thank you <3. Talking on the phone and texting is great fun [: I know when you're lying. I absolutely hate it. So don't even try. I might play along or I just might lose it. Depends on the situation. My senses tell me a lot of things about people. So instantly when I meet you, I can tell your reputation by your body movements, and how you act. If I get a bad vibe from you, I'll stay away. Some people think I am the sweetest and most caring thing in the world. I usually am. But it's when you catch me at the wrong times you can get a different impression; Me chewing your head off. I try not to.. I loved to be cheered up. I absolutely love it when someone tries to make me laugh and be happy. It makes the world go around. Sadly my mood changes on the things other people say and the way they act. If I don't like you, or you're a jerk; I will usually tell you straight up. Along with some other things :O I am very straight forward, I usually tell you what I think. I will tell you the truth on things like if I like those pants you're wearing. No matter what I try so hard not to hurt peoples' feelings. They matter to me. Even though people say they shouldn't. I focus on other people and my family more than I do myself. Sometimes that can be a bad thing.... I hide a lot of things from certain people. Bottling stuff up inside isn't the best thing you can do but sometimes it's all I got. Usually I'll just keep doing it until I have an emotional breakdown. Unfortunately sometimes I have those a lot. I get fucking random, crazy, and weird as hell most of the time. Because they set off my happy spark :] I hardly ever have sugar either. When I do I'm bouncing off the walls. I act like I'm on drugs, ha. At school it can be amazing, because people are always telling me how fun and amazing I am. Well this is summer, it's better. When I'm home it can be a very different story depending on what's happening. My life is different than what most people think. I am not a happy, average american girl.. I have a different story. I get depressed. Very very easily. Sometimes people just need to watch what they say. Severe depression isn't fun. Neither is taking pills for it. Animals. Man they are so amazing. I'm so in love with them. Especially and personally with foxes. They facinate the hell out of me. I hate those fucking people that are causing animals to go extinct by cutting down the rain forests and destroying habitats. Just for paper. Who needs it? I could survive. All those damn people can DIE. I will personally run them over with a tractor and give them a peice of their own medicine. Most people love me, I think. At least that's what they say. Everything's usually good. Everyone's mostly happy. But I get jealous easily. I want that one person to myself but I can't control that. I'm not controlling. I can't hold a grudge on someone forever. Usually that's a good thing. Sometimes it's not.... I write peoms. Depressing poems. Poems about death, dying, and love. They're not the best. I'll get better. I write stories too, but I never finish them. Things in my life have been and are fucked up. Just like my heart, it has also been ruined, stepped on, and crushed. But right now it's bandaged and healing... Just know that overall, no matter how bad things are, someone is there to help you along the way. Thank you <3.