Okay I'm a bit weird, but in a good way. There's too much to fit in this small space. I've lived, I've loved, I've cried, I've died, and through it all I'm still standing. I'm a survivor and the supposed "strong one" in my whacked out family. I love music. I love to say the words fuck, bitch, and whore. I love lip gloss and perfume and all other girl accoutrements. I love things that try to kill me. I'm snarky and sardonic and always sarcastic. I believe in true love, true hate and all the emotions in between. I believe that friendship should be forever but love can be fleeting. I believe that I am fucked up on so many levels. But I'm okay with that. Are you?