Darling
She's seventeen years old; born on April 12th at 12:04 A.M. Employed at a local amusement park in the kiddie section. Taken as of July 9th at 11:50PM. She's an artist, a writer, and webdesigner. Prefers being up late rather than up early. Depressed but doing just fine at the moment.Navigation
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I'll be one of the few to admit their flaws. I'm not perfect, and I never will be. I accept that. I know what I should and shouldn't do, but there are plenty of times I do what I know I shouldn't. I've done things I sometimes regret...I'm a teenager, and I'm basically 17 years old. I'm going to mess up regardless of whether or not I know right from wrong. I'm going to do stupid things, and have to pay the consequences - whether I like them or want to, or not.
I don't have a specific style, and I don't clame to be something I'm not. I don't label myself because it would be like slapping "POSER" in big letters across my forehead, and "FAKE" would be just as well. I am myself, and I'm nothing more or less.
I mix different styles I love together to give myself my own style. That's how it should be. Though, I'd like to say that I don't even rip off of other fashion styles. I'm not something distinctly unique, and I won't claim to be. I'm just me.
I know what I like and don't like, no matter how often or how drastically I change. I've changed a lot, but not to something completely opposite of who or how I used to be. I'm still growing up, and change is what is going to happen. Change is something anyone can avoid or hide from, which is something everyone who's in denial will have to admit at some point in life.
I have issues with trust and trusting people, which is why I only really have a few really close friends. They're willing to put up with my shit when I go on a rampage. I'm hard to understand a lot of the time, at least when it comes to my way of thinking.
The reasoning for my trust issues goes back to being bullied no matter what when I first got into middle school. While I have gotten much more confident and a lot stronger, scars from the past are very hard to recover from and get over. I get used as people's doormat to clean the shit off of on somewhat of a regular basis, which only makes me more of an angry person and adds to my mental stress which only keeps getting higher.
I'm not a pushover, however, and I don't intend to ever be one either. I do snap back at people when I feel it's needed. I just choose to not waste my time or breath on useless people. But when I get fed up, I will say something.