PureVolume

I don't like Holidays...Go ahead, call me Scrooge; but honestly...Why make up an excuse to get all dressed up, go to some relitives house that you don't bother to call the rest of the year, and act like you give a flying fuck about them? I mean...We should be doing that all the time. And, I just....Don't.

I would love to be pretty...I'm not though, I don't sit on my ass blubbering about it all day though now do I?

Love: It's a strong word huh? So is Fake.

If you're going to label me, just go kill yourself now....I'm a person, not a fucking flavour of ice-cream, therefor you don't know what in the hell I am.

Obviously, I can be a real bitch. Would you like me to be nice? Fine..Talk to me then. I can be one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. Chances are, you wont like be just because of this and send me a whole bunch of hate mail, go ahead; your making me famous. But let me ask you this: If your life is so glamouros...What in the fuck are you doing here? Why must you argue with other people on how they are? Riddle me that.

Grace Hayden Tylke