I'm seventeen. I live in the ass crack of the world. I'm extremely pessimistic, I see the bad in every situation. Give me the chance, and I'll dig deep and figure you out. I won't judge you based on your past or the mistakes you made, they're part of your character. I wish someone had introduced me sooner, then I wouldn't feel so lost. I try not to care, but in the end, I take everything to heart and get carried away. I work at the Barn. STFU. I'm a little bohemian gremlin. Writing and art have become my life, I couldn't see myself doing anything but. Chucks, skinny jeans, Macs, photoshop, headbands, homemade jewelry. I have nine piercings, give me more. Eyebrow, nose, medusa, ears, tummy. I'd love to get my cheeks done soon, as well as my monroes and my septum, but none of those will happen as long as I live under this roof. The tats are coming, I'm just too lazy to go downtown. I'm a canvas. Mold me, colour me, define me. Never let anyone take away your individuality, it's more sacred than any of your most precious possessions. I'm a liar. I'm a kleptomaniac, that's why your pants are missing. I think the "Trashy Life" is a waste of time and self-proclaimed scene queens can go die. You're a shitface, I am shitfaced, and someone should shit in Jeffree Star's face. I wish the world would learn to see life through technicoloured goggles. Give up their useless day jobs in cubicles and warehouses, take a hit and let their minds free. I have a million+1 stories running through my mind all day, it's impossible to write them all down. Sprite Zero is liquid gold. I'm happy with myself, there's always room for improvement, but I will never start things over.

A couple of things.
Maniacle middle school bullshit. I'm sick of it. Don't fuck around anymore. You're in highschool. Grow up. Get over yourself.
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