the red rose; mello
sweet sixteen
romantic dreamer
bipolar
cynical
an oxymoron
loves witty people
song pusher and addict
in a nutshell, nothing but sarcasm and a little glitter
and so, this is how it feels, reaching for heaven.
it tastes a bit like peanut butter chunky kitkats. -shrugs-
i got distracted about a gazillion times and now i've forgotten what i meant to say. blame it all on my sister who was asking me what to wear tomorrow. i need to clean page's cage. my beloved blob of fur.