Lyon, France.

I'm the girl whos hiding behind a cup of coffee and over-sized sunglasses. I'm the one whos on her cell phone yelling and flipping out because something hurt me so much. 'Cause you see the truth is, I'm a big baby. I am and I'll admit it to anyone. I cry too much, but then at the same time I laugh too much. I'm out of control and immature, and that's just me telling the truth. I write too much and care too much about make up. I'd rather talk for five hours on the phone than have any few seconds of peace. I like it chaotic. I like messes, even if they're on my shirt ( which they usually are ). I fall down all the time. I think the worst is going to happen to me all the time, but it isn't. I over-anaylze everything and everyone. I remember everything about the people and the things that I love. I get hurt easily but it takes me a while to love. Sure I can be a b**ch but what girl can't? I know what it's like to go through a lot. So with that said I allow myself to give everyone a chance. I don't judge people based on anything. The only thing I care about is how someone treats me. I don't care if they are a drug addict, a drunk, a millionaire, a lesbian, black, from Iraq. I don't care. There's almost nothing you can do for me to not give you a first chance, but on the other hand it takes a lot more for me to give you a second chance. I realized that some people actually do need second chances and that's why I give them out. I think everything happens for a reason. I think everyone runs into someone for a reason. That when you skip a class I think that isn't completely stupid. I think that life wants you to learn things more hands on. That everything isn't from a textbook. That sometimes people need to look at things from out side of the box. That each situation can be looked at in a million different ways. That nothing is perfect and everything and everyone is the same, even if people try and say that they aren't. That people should go with their gut instincts. I have a lot of philosophies and I probably think too much, but that's how I am. I wear clothes from thrift stores and clothes from Hollister. I like converse sneakers and black eye liner. I've done my due of mistakes and I have a few things that I regret. I'm not perfect nor will I ever be. But I take my time to look at the world. I look at trees and sunsets and sometimes I watch sunrises. I love it when it rains. And I really care about my cats. I drink tea in the afternoon and pepsi in the morning. I think being in love is the most beautiful thing in the world and that everyone should have a chance to live through it regardless of what someone looks like, or what skin tone they are, if they are the same sex or not. Of different religions or if one is rich and one is poor. If one has a good job and one is homeless. I think everyone meets different people for a reason. And that it isn't fair to hold back on love. I dwell too much on my past, but at the same time I always have a little piece of me looking towards the future. I get a kick out of doing projects and making collages. I love photography and making websites. I write too much. I don't make any sense. Everything I put down on paper or in a word processor is a run on sentence or a fragment, but they include a lot of good ideas. And good points and they're coming from me and that seems important. That's why I don't fix them because I think it's okay to read things that you need to read an extra ten times again to understand.