User Profile

I’m one mind out of a million. I’m not Emo, Gothic, Punk or any label that most stereotypes would like to put upon me. I am -me-. I am a teenager who writes, expressing myself through text and lyrics. My friends in Philadelphia, and about the world, know me as Bianca. I am sixteen, I attend Franklin Learning Center High School. I have only two good friends, and only those two do I trust. I am not the most popular person there nor do I wish to be. I do not care on peoples opinions. Personally, I do not wake up every morning and live for people, apparently with nothing better to do, then to praise me with negative comments about who I am. Truly, it makes me smile, knowing that I, Bianca Ann Davis, am given such time and brain cells for a person to produce a threat toward me! Like a plant, I love the hot air they give off, it only making me stronger.
To describe myself.. I am five foot three ( yes I am short ) and I weight at the most one fifty seven. I have long, curly brown hair. Eyes are brown, and my dress sense usually consists of jeans, black t-shirts ( sometimes red, deep purple and band shirts ), black Emerica’s, Converses, or my combat boots. Skirts and fishnets and stockings. I paint my nails black, always wearing something about my neck, and wear eye liner. I am nothing special.
Whomever adds me, please, spare me the annoyance of the continuously told line of, “You’re hot! Got a cam!?” and the rants and raves of wanting me to flash you. I will instantly ignore you. I do not waste my time on perverted jerk offs.
I like having conversations with individual people ( thus hot topic freaks are counted out ) and people who actually have something interesting to talk about. No, I do not want to see you’re breasts, nor you’re cock, and if you cannot spell a simple elementary word, do not bother noticing me. Why? I won’t even attempt a conversation with you.
I believe in love at first sight, I admire couples whom are deeply in love and have found their special mate. Also, within the depths of my mind, I secretly want to pull out a pole with metal spikes protruding from it and beat them to death! Such a fate should also come to women and men who lie constantly to get what the fuck they want. People who cut themselves for sheer attention, give off sob stories so people will constantly be by their sides. People who I give the time to ask what is wrong, they said nothing, and then later become pissy with me ‘cause I didn’t ask them *enough*.
Sometimes I say you’d rather not want to meet me. Possibly, most likely, you’d be better off. I am possessive, when I meet a person and I find them beautiful and fascinating, I don’t like other people to touch. I want to brand them, I want to own them, I want them to be mine. I like having the attention from these people, if someone daring to take that away from me I wanting to slit their throats wide open.
I hate animal abusers, even if I am a sick little twisted child deep into my mind. I’ve micro waved a hamster before, though.. That thing committed suicide, crawling into the hell bent walls of that metallic creation.

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