Born April 5th 1994. I’m 17.
I’m a fuck up and a horrible person.
I’m a lesbian and I’m so very in love with my girlfriend, I don’t deserve her.
I’ve had 17 piercings, 6 are left.
I have 10 rats + 11 babies (unplanned)
I used to treat people like shit, because the first person I trusted fucked me over.
I have many problems, I used to have an eating disorder, lost 4 stone. Then I was forced to start eating again. I’ve now put on 3 stone over 2 years, and I’m struggling again. I used to cut, never anything life threatening, I used to carve things into myself when I got bored. I used to have sex with guys and girls because i felt i was hideous and it made feel wanted for them few moments. I’ve lost friends over it. I’m not proud of anything in my past. I detest my body, more than any normal teen girl. I hide under baggy jumpers and boys jeans.
But now i’ve found love, she makes me feel beautiful and loved, i don’t need to do those things anymore. I’m so happy with her it’s unreal.
I complain loads. I have violent thoughts. I love my ratties. I have a Love|Hate relationship with my parents. I’m terrified of spiders. I love bats. I want to be a zoo keeper. I wish I was size 6. I adore burlesque, corsets and the art of seduction. I still play pokemon. I pretend I can draw. I’m not good at anything, I quit when it gets hard. I love red heads. I love bright colours. I adore mermaids. I’m addicted to body modifications. I need more money. I need a better job. I hate my boobs. I hate being talked to like shit and being bossed about. “Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me” is more or less the motto of my life. I get into trouble more times then I should. I thieve. Get drunk. Get high. Have sex. I love Marilyn Manson. I wish I could be Taylor Momsen. I adore psychotic novel. I hate too many people. I once stole a budgie. I adore Red Devil. I never wanted a tattoo of a butterfly but I got one. I hate ALL my exes. I’m loyal to all my friends, i’ll fight any of their battles.
This is me.
1550 scars. 6 piercings. 1 tattoo.