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Cheyenne Reneé.
If you haven't figured that out, learn how to fuckin' read.
I won't apologize for my langue. My dad was a truck driver, and I have his mouth.
I'm 15. My birthday is on the 23rd of April.
I'm a Sophmore at Warrick education Center. It's an alternative school that is stereotyped as the school for delinquents and pregnant teens. Which, it is, but also for anyone who's sick of high school bull shit. Like me.
I'm the first that's been accepted under 16, and that's because I know where I wanna go in life.
I'm uniquely the same as anyone else.
I'm miserably happy.
I'm sanely losing my mind.
I'm a coordinated klutz.
I'm an OCD clutter-bug.
I'm a walking contradiction.
I love it.
I won't send you n00dz.
I'll hurt you if you type like that.
I do not appreciate;
Liars.
Cheaters.
Overly judgmental people.
Overly auto-tuned music.
Pessimists.
Bullshit.
Drama.
If you apply to any of the above, kindly fuck off.
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All nighters.
Boys.
Cats.
Dates.
Elephants.
Falling in love.
Girls.
Heroes-Specifically Batman.
Ice cream.
Jokes.
Kittens.
Lillies.
My mother.
Nightime.
Opportunities.
People.
Queers.
Remembering old times.
Stories.
TV.
Underwater.
Vegetarians.
Weeping willows.
Xylophones.
Your mom.
Zainy people.
You're lucky if you get my number.
You're lucky if I message you first.
I'm a natural flirt, don't read into it unless I tell you otherwise.
I'm going to be a tattooist/piercer one day. I'll have my own shop. Friends get free tattoos and piercings. C:
I paint my nails only to pick the polish off within a few days.
I could sit around watching movies all day.
I love the Summer and Winter, equally.
I do not like snow.
Harry Potter is my one true love.
I write poetry/lyrics.
I'm terrified of needles, clowns, and spiders.
I'm learning to play the guitar, but I want to learn to play drums.
Yeah, I have some cliches, but I'm sure you do, too.
"If you can't be the poet, be the poem" |
