I don't eat red meat, and I am lactose intolerant. Why don't I eat red meat? I think I'm allergic to it. It makes me really sick. So I stick to veggies and fruit and chicken and fish, and soy products, along with a slew of beans/leaks.
I also consider myself straight edge. I don't drink, I don't do drugs, and so on. Just a choice I made for myself.
I only have two tattoos. I plan on getting a lot more. I have 5 piercings, and my ears are currently being stretched. I'm only at a 4gage.
I'm not gonna be like every other person and croon about how music is my life. I am in a band though. I'm lead vocals. We do have a s**tty recording on soundcloud, but there's more in the works (as soon as we establish a new jam space... Cops got called on us last practice ): )
I grew up in a town of 500 people, mostly farmers and rednecks, old people and people who would drive their lawnmowers and tractors up town. The kind of town where you could never get away with anything because in the span of a couple hours, maybe even days if you were lucky, everyone knew about it, and it didn't take long for your family to find out. I got stared at alot in that town, all for the wrong reasons, unfortunately. I was the farthest thing from attractive to anyone there.
I have my own morals and beliefs. I do what I want, if I don't wanna do it, I won't! If I want to, I will, can't pressure me. Plain and simple.
I apparently have trust issues, with a side order of abandonment issues. Along with the label of being a mistake, I am also a bastard, and I think there is nothing wrong with that.
You could probably relate me to a beaten puppy. I've been hurt alot, but with the right amout of love and compassion, I'll come around eventually. You'll be my hero and I'll always be there for you if you need me. Even if you don't want me, I'll be there. You can shove me away but I'll still love you unconditionally.
Another thing peeople should know about me is that when things go wrong I'll usually blame myself. No matter what you tell me there will always be that voice in my head telling me that I've done something wrong for that to happen. Just how my brain works. Something I need to work on.
The thing I love most in the world is my doggy, nothing could replace her
Her name is Cirby Wonder, a beagle, and is my baby girl, my pride and joy. I'm not conceited, I'm actually quite self-conscious . Why? I've been called all the down grading names in the book, starting when I was young, and when you're called the things I was when you're young, they kind of stick. But, I'm not fake, I will never try to be something that I am not just to impress others. I've been moulded into this, what I am, by those who have knocked me down. So thanks haters!
I look at myself in the mirror and count backwards from 10. If you can do this without looking away or being interrupted I feel like it makes you feel more conscious of yourself and happy with who you are. And if you can stand there and while you're counting say ten things that you like about yourself, you feel even better.
I'm single, did I mention that? My ex broke my heart and then started dating another girl right away. I'm interested in finding someone who I can look in the eyes and say "These are the things I love about you, these are the things I love about us, and these are the things I love about myself and hope that you can love too, or can learn to love." Someone who treats me like a priority instead of an option. I'm done settling for less, this time I'm gonna do s**t right.
