Emi ly Raae.
Much worse than a fucking nightmare.
MY STYLE IS YOUR STYLE.
AND YOUR STYLE IS MINE.
Clearly my name is Emily. Im rare like Mr Clean with hair, I cuss like a mother fucking sailor, and Ive had my heart
ripped out an immense amount of times. Im head over heals for a boy named Teren Jesse Wilton, hes had me
wrapped on his fingered for almost three years now. Terens the best thing that has and will ever happen to me
and Ill never give up on what we have. You can fool me once, but you cant fool me twice. Im the biggest bitch in
the world, and wouldnt be surprised if I were announced bipolar sometimes soon. Insomnia, depression, paranoia,
closter phobia, glossophobia and anxiety all make up who Emily is as a person. I am a major pot head, weed is
one of the only things I carry with me. Its become my best friend over the passed month or so, same with acid.
The very few people that make an impact on my life is; my lover Julius, Ian, Brandon, Teren, Taylor and Mackinley.
Im straight, only when Im sober, but the asshole boys I know make me question my orientation. I am a complete
science junkie, I fucking love it, and its my future and number one priority. Thats really all there is to know about
me, plain and simple. Now get the fuck off my page.
Captain: Did you feel the water rise?
SKAAANK. SMALL TALK. SECRETS.
BEST FRIENDS MEANS FOREVER, CUNT. FACEBOOK.
|
