I miss California.
I love simplicity, fuck complications.
I will be nice to you until you give me a reason not to.
I love the outdoors, and aspire to get out there more and explore like I did when I was younger.
I have a 2 year old daughter named Lily Rae.
I didn't want any children in my life until i had her.
I have a tattoo on my back, a Lily Flower. Its going to turn into a whole back piece of mayhem and orgasmic tattooness.
I also have the chorus of Pardon Me by Incubus on my leg.
i have 8 piercings, my labret, size 7/16gauges, 3 regular in my ear, my industrial, and my eyebrow.
I want to own my own business eventually, being a director of art therapy for children.
I admire intelligence, and correct grammar. if you type like your ghetto and retarded, I wont talk to you, for fear of losing brain cells. Due to the mass amounts of drugs I USED to consume, I need what brain cells I have left.
I seem shy and withdrawn sometimes, but that only means I'm deep in thought. Sometimes I wish my brain would just let me feel relief, if only for a moment.
I am Bisexual, and used to get teased for it in school.
I have known to be called insane and demented. I have violent thoughts, yet rarely act upon them. All people do, but wont admit it.
I can shake my ass my momma gave me.
Depending on someones energy upon meeting them, i can either be shy as hell or extremely outgoing. But I observe everything people do and say and remember it.
I have a photographic memory
I have a talent for art. I want to become a Tattoo artist as a hobby.
I live in the moment, yet worry too much.
I'm not like most girls. I have 2 friends that ARE girls.
The rest are guys. Guys have much less drama, and I'd rather be around no drama than a chaotic bitch any day.
I loathe politics.
I am not religious, I am spiritual. I believe in Karma, personal energies, and that people create their own hell. I believe in nature. It's a bitch.
I have a fucked up sense of humor.
I mean, it's pretty fucked up.
There is so much more to me that I can't even begin to correctly portray on a computer screen.
Because I'm diluted, and perfectly flawed,
I shall live by passion, and not by law.
And I'm... insecure, I... need aggression.
To feed the spiders of perception.
And I'm, supposed to be strong and... have all the answers.
A cannibal, in the... new Church of Cancer.
But I'm, nothing special -- I'm not unique.
I have many secrets, and I eat the weak.
And I'm... at an end.
I'm at an end...
And there's... no way out.
I need to find my sanctuary,
Some place safe.
Gotta' get this outta' me,
this is my escape.
And I... think about it all the time.
I'm volatile and afraid to cry.
But I'm... still not comfortable in my skin.
And the anesthetics, slowly... wearing thin.
And I, need to talk to... someone new.
I need a different, latitude.
And I'm... in this void all alone.
Feeling needy. Hungry to grow,
but I'm... suffocating,
Can't come down.
And... there's no way out...
There's no way out.
All I see is sadness...
This will teach them...
You've got to push, push, push...
Your way out.
This is your way out!
This is where I hide my power.
This is where I become free.
This is where I take control,
and slowly choke your fantasies.
I want to know my day is coming,
see my enemies be punished.
Shed my skin again,
this will be my best revenge.