Whatever happens, happens. Don't worry.
I'll be sixteen until the thirteenth of February, then I'll be seventeen and probably still licenseless. I'll be straight until the day I die, then I'll be even more straight. I'm stubborn when it comes to promises, so I only make them if I can keep them. Art, reading, Boy Meets World, orange juice, So You Think You Can Dance, tattoos (love hem, none yet), three older brothers, only daughter. :) I (have been told that I) have the body of a dance. I want to learn how to sail and go to Australia. I'd LOVE to meet Mia Michaels. I burp like a man. I'll never understand girls, no matter how long I am one. If you were to take me on a date, take me to the shore. Chest tattoos drive me insane.
I worry too much.




