Sierra sorts her laundry in three different loads: Darks, Whites,
and Blood Stains.

Sierra|14|Bipolar

I've been blowing out candles on January 29 for 14 years. Strumming
the four familliar strings of a bass for one year. Crying for months
because of silly love movies, that don't have happy endings. Laughing
at the funny movies that do. Always reading the books with the
confusing plots, silly characters, hot werewolfs, and a comic book
here and there. Headphones always jammed in my ears, with the volume
full blast to drown out the annoying sound of the world around me.
Constantly tired of homophobic morons, full of stupid things to say
about shit. Sick of the bitchy girls who don't have a clue. Loving
the real girls who hang with me. Loving that my friends are all hella
dank and love me for me, and I enjoy every second of it.

    


 Although I do spend my life on Kupika, I do have real friends.
Brianne, best friend, is a great friend always there when I need her,
loves me for me, and makes a pretty mean egg and cheese sammich. Me
and Martha (otherwise known as Meecy, Moose, Meeci, Poop, Larry the
Penis, or Doody Balls) have been homies since second grade, and she
is mad beautiful but she doesn't know it. Eddie, my Fall Out
Boy/Avenged Sevenfold buddy who I also love very much, even if we
have only known eachother for a little over a year and he is like a
brother even if we do have a love child. Amanda, my wifey fer lifey,
is my bestie and I love her and I miss her to death when I don't see
her. And last but not least Draven, Draveeyy Babyy, is pretty hella
dank, and I'd totally do him in a heart beat, even if he doesn't put
the seat down EVER.

~*~

My life is crazy. Want to be a part of it?