The heart dies
a slow and painful death.
Name: Evaleen M. Pestano
Birthday: September 22nd.
High school graduate, fool.
Age: 17 without a purpose of direction.
Status: Taken
Loves: Bunnies, eye liner, Starbucks, the color black, laying on the bed listening to music.
For all you know, you annoy the shit out of me.
Love is a word which so
easily skims across our lips.
Girls cut their wrists for it.
Dudes try to kill for it.
...It doesn't take much.
BLOG.
I've found him. Now I just gotta keep him.Dear Evie..
Hey, what's up?
I've graduated from high school!
Getting my license in July.
At the point in my life where everything seems fucking pointless.
I'm moderately depressed. Lots of shit is happening, and my grasp on my relationship is so tight that it's crumbling in my hands.
I'm not exactly the nicest person, but I'll try to help you out if you really need it.
I'm a fuck up(so I've been told). I need to strive for a better life.
I've been making A LOT of bad decisions lately. I don't know what I'm doing anymore
So what if I sound emo. Sorry my life isn't as happy-go-lucky as yours, jack ass.
I really wish I had someone who was supportive of me and accepted me.
Yes, I have blue hair.
I ♥ everyone on my top.