Descriptions are a pain in the ass. I can never find the right words to capture my life in the way I'd like it to be seen, because I see my life as a movie:in the 1920s, with an indie gritty baby pink screen, set in paris wearing something fabulous, completely in love and living the high life. Then the overactive imagination clears and I realize that I'm simply a girl, with black hair, a blue stare, stuck in a town going no where. I believe there's something special about me, and that eventually that movie in my head will play out. But until then, this is the back story. The no bullshit, completely honest, ridiculous things I've said and done. After all they say it's the journey and not the destination. I make no apologies for who I am, or how I come off to you. I am me, it's all I can be, and to please you, would contradict how god made me to be.
Since March 17th 2012:
Roses dans Paris. <3
Since March 17th 2012:
Roses dans Paris. <3
