Hey there – I’m Sandy~. :3
I’m eighteen – nearly nineteen.
I’m a girl – the boobs give it away, don’t they?
But when it comes to guys, I’m ashamed that I don’t like them as much as I should… I think I might prefer girls…
I like to forget myself, usually artificially – if you get my drift. I also like colourful make up and colourful people.
I love the religion I find in the curling smoke of weed.
I hate the shame I feel about myself – I wish that I could accept who I am.
I will never let a single hair on my brother’s head be harmed. I will protect him with my life.
I always make sure that I get what I want – it’s the way to stay on top of the pile of trash that you call your schoolmates.
I regret a lot of things. But most of all, I regret the loss of my parents – even if I know it’s not my fault.
People say I’m a b***h – I couldn’t care less. Mostly they’ll call me a junkie – but I’ll never do anything that’ll kill me. They say I’m selfish, that I’ll never achieve anything and I’ll never do anything right. Or maybe I only hear the bad things?
I live with my little brother Charlie, but his boyfriend’s round here most of the time.
It’s hard to explain, but… I can breathe out this… This smoke that can kill you.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall…: [x]
