Hey there, I'm Chy. .s.u.c.k.i.t.?
I like older guys. Get over it. My mother has.
I've got a lot to say, so get comfortable. You'll be here awhile.
You couldn't make my shit up.
I'm too real to be fake and so fake I'm almost perfect.
I've been on this earth for 16 years.
Crying is a .r.e.l.e.a.s.e. for me.
But you'll never get a first hand show of it.
I have been diagnosed with depression, schizophrenia, social anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, and PTSD.
I don't believe in medicated happiness.
No one can ever get in between me and my friends...
IM SORRY it doesn't happen.
Not every rumor you have heard about me is a complete fabrication...
I'll admit that much.
I work best in large doses.
Which means we'll be spending lots of crucial time together.
Disclaimer: I tend to lose my head. I jump all over the place.
Don't be alarmed, it's just me.
I'm not the type of person that will
smile to your face and talk shit behind your back.
I have a big heart. ♥ But it's hard for new people to get to it.
I am, and always have been an outcast or a loner.
I like it better that way.
I tend to like boys who are mean,
but have that soft side that no one knows about, lovely.
Strange Things Fascinate me. Unique people catch my attention.
Anything ordinary is dull and unsatisfying.
I speak in metaphors, and scream in contradictions.
Making it hard to be understood.
Yes, I'm a wreck, and yet still so content. Does that bother you?
