I’m addicted to everything you think is wrong. I don't give a fu*k how I get what I want. I love being a crazed obsessive bitch. I am what I am. Love my make-up, Mac cosmetics all the way!! My Closest Mates know what drives me, and what doesn't. If you aren't that close then go screw yourself with self-pity//My Mates are better than yours.
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♥ .Kizzielou. ♥
&& All The Glam Girls Snort Fashion Like Coke Baby.
All'right love? I’m Kizzielou. Remember it mmkay?
How can I possibly convince you what you see before you is real? I must admit, my story seems attractive, and you may end up making pre-judgements about me - but please take note, I'll take your opinions to heart even if I turn and say I really don’t care.
I have an unhealthy obsession with diet coke, crayons, oatmeal, buttons, giant paperclips and mineral water. I live for perfection; yet I'm not a perfect girl. My hair doesn't always stay in place, I constantly fret on what others think of me, I spill a lot of things and I'm pretty clumsy. I wish I wish like her, I want to be invisible... I’ll die before I’m happy enough, but I can assure you, I’ll still work on it.
I'm pretty much the most sarcastic person you'll ever meet. I’m not a morning person unless it’s summer and I’m online too often. I’m late for almost everything or turn up at the wrong time. I rarely open up to people; I find it hard to forgive. I like it when people smile. I like being immature. I make too many mistakes, but without them I wouldn’t have those memories to hold on to and see how things turned out. I still believe that everything happens for a reason, I like the idea of soul mates but I'm not entirely convinced. I'm still learning just how much people lie to you.
Just because I have a lot to say, it doesn't make me "one of them" - that's so cliché. I'm not a superficial person, possibly just a touch over-rated – but aren’t we all?
Normality actually disturbs me, so what if my brain isn't wired up correctly? I'm not a jam jar, so I don't need labelling, thankyou. I have set ways of doing things I want to keep them that way. Change scares me.
It makes me sad, when it replays in my mind how small I once felt, and how insecure I really am, most of all, it hurts how I hide this from people I love because it’s so hard to sit down and explain how from day one it all went wrong.
I'm the girl that gets caught checking her reflection in a shop window. I get immensely excited over little things. Now and then I will just want to sit somewhere quietly on my own and gather my thoughts...this doesn't necessarily mean there’s something wrong. I worry a lot and i'm no where near as stable as some people think. I don't tend to say much when im genuinely upset., yet I wont hold back when your voice begins to explode inside me, I wont back down like I once did.
Something that may seem unimportant to you could mean the world to me. Something that you might say to me as joke, I could really take to heart. Be honest with me, don't tell me something and then do/act the opposite.
Heartache is actually the absolute worst pain I’ve ever felt; so you slipped and broke a nail? You don’t know the meaning of pain sweetie. Over-exaggerate and I wont give you the time of day. Until you wake up, snap yourself back into the cold world of harsh reality, the only obstacle to being at peace with yourself is the environment around you.
I dare you to put your headphones on, turn off the lights, and listen to what I have to say. Then and only then, will you know what goes on inside my mind. I envy people who know what they want. Don't for one second feel ashamed of the scars on your wrist. You're just wearing on the outside what the rest of us wear on the inside.
Take a good hard look before you try to add yourself to my list... common sense will let you know, if you will make it or not. If I want to add you, hit approve.... Don't be all pissed off with your ego up in the air with your nose and message me back saying, "Do I know you? Don't spam, flooding my page with your pictures saying "add me" a million and one times. Excessive messages as such will be taken into account and you will be blocked. Try me if you dare =]
I flirt way too much but that doesn't make me a whore. I don't actually need a guy in my life that will end up lying or cheating anyway. 40 year old men that call it experience, seriously, fuck off please. I despise comments like "holla at me ma" - i'm not your fucking "ma" you illiterate twat, and no I will not "holla" at you or anyone else for that matter, get a fucking education and learn how to spell.
My friends are the fittest people you will ever meet. Quite frankly they are all special in their own way.
There’s Lily, Rach, Marissa and Paula. Four completely fabulous girls that have made more of an impact on my life than they will ever know. They never fail to make me smile, never let me down and above all, they are the bestest friends a girl could ever ask for.
Then there’s Paul..He's the one reason I wake up with a smile on my face every morning.
Words can’t even explain how much this one person means to me. He is that one guy who gives me butterflies, takes my breath away, makes my heart skip a beat and makes me forget my own name. He's my absolute weakness. It would kill me if I ever lost him because no-one could make me happier. I must actually be the luckiest girl in the entire world to be able to call him my own..True story.
I'm crazy about him. He's pretty much my everything
08/07/07 – Forever baby.
Call me a bad influence, send me stupid remarks about what I love/hate - But I won’t ever fall, nor will I stop. Listen to that voice inside your head, screaming to be heard. I’m the word at the tip of your tongue... If I have hurt/offended you in the slightest with what I’ve said, I sincerely apologise with an ever so cliché, fuck you.
Story of my life
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