I am everything you love. I am everything you hate. I make mistakes, like everyone else. I'm vain in the sense that I like pretty people. I like to surround myself with beautiful people. Is it so I'll be beautiful by association? I don't know. It's just what I do. I can be a nice person, or I can be a bitch. I don't change for anyone, but myself. I love picture comments, and I try to reply. If I don't, don't assume I'm not going to. I dye my hair a lot. I'm liking the red though. I hate my dad. His song will always be "Perfect" by Simple Plan. My mom drank when I was young, and she always wanted to get rid of me. I have a half brother and sister. They're younger than me and live with my mom. My stepmom is usually a bitch. I love to sing. I love music. I write poetry. Photography is my passion. Music: Mostly rock and emo and alternative. Paramore and Evanescence are my favorite bands. Diss them and I probably won't like you very much. My brain never stops. I want piercings and tattoos. I am not a dyke, and I don't like dykes. I'm in love with Devin and I don't care who knows it anymore. I'm not gonna have sex anymore because I know that it's screwed up all my past relationships and that's the only reason Bobby and I kept getting back together. I don't do drugs. I drink {vodka}. I'm not straight edge. I believe in God. I may not be as close to Him as I would like, but I try. Don't judge me harshly. I'm a jealous person. I'm very stubborn. I'm really random, if you can't tell by the lack of order in this list. I get scared that everyone I care about will leave me. So yeah, I'm kinda clingy. Sometimes I get paranoid and I have anxiety attacks. I think I'm bi-polar. People close to me always seem to end up back-stabbing me or putting me down a lot. I'm pretty fragile. I have no self-esteem; no confidence. Mostly because of my past, my parents, and the friends who turn on me. I don't know who to trust anymore. I feel so alone.