Partying on the seventh of February.
As of now, I'm thirteen years young, sweeties!
Phahaha.
I know I'm a loved child.
♥♥♥♥
Im cool--most of the time.
Short-tempered--don't piss me off.
Going through tought times right now--like I need that shit.

I might not sound like it, but I'm a Christian.
That means I love God and Jesus.
I don't care what you believe in.
It aint my place to judge.

My hair color is like red-brown (right now it's like bright red cuz I
dyed it temporarily for Halloween).
My eye color is like dark brown/black.
My skin is brown, almost dark brown.
I'm the new Hershey bar, chick.
I'm 5'2 short.
I'm 45 pounds over the weight Im sposed to  be, but I'm working on
that.
I hate me.

I aint emo.
I hate labels.
As of now, Im working with the Lord to stop my tears at night.
And Twin. Gotta love Twin.

All my dogs died.
Sadly.

I'm an extrovert.
Definitely.

Single sweeties.

Love sports.
Basketball.
Football.

My favorite food?
Fruits and fried pork chop sandwhiches.
My favorite drink is....Idk actually.

Love.
Romance.
Idc.
If I can get a boy to romance me,
I'll take it.
To love me?
Even better.

I aint deparate, though.
And I'm classy, hoe.

My hobbies are reading.
Writing.
Flirting with boys.
While dressed in a homemade hobo costume with bright red hair all
over my head.
Don't ask.

I love all music.
It's my life.
My boyfriend.

I dont smoke.
I drink a little occasionally.

The only singing I do is in church.
And at school.
I love aggravating my friends.
It's hilarious.

My ambition?
To go to school and get my parents from being so over-protective.
College.
To get a boyfriend.
Psychologist.

I cant sing.
They say.
I do anyway.


I wear glasses.
I think this is it.

Haha. Hit me up if I missed something.