I was born Rebecca Emma McDonald, 4th March 1989, that makes me 18 years of age, a Piscean and female. I reside in Whitchurch, Cardiff, in a house with a roof, several shiny windows and a brass knocker. The people that surround me on a daily basis make me who I am – Bec. The friends and boyfriend mean more to me than they’ll ever know. I study fine art and design in the shit hole that is Coleg Glan Hafren, I’m nearly done after three painful years. My morning’s start with a bottle of water, a banana, a cigarette and Regina Spektor (to accompany me on my walk to the train station). I tend to talk too much, not get enough sleep, and have hair paranoia. Contrary to popular belief, and the fact that my Grandmother left Alcoholics Anonymous leaflets in my room, I am not an alcoholic… not even one in denial. I’m a drunk – alcoholic’s go to meetings. I do have quite possibly everything I need in life, even on a plate as some would put it. However these doors aren’t closed, I’m not that stupid. Label me how you wish, nothing will bring me down from my pedestal. "Oh blondie" is usually referring to me. Favourite past times of mine include getting additional holes in my body, and filling them with metal, along with wandering aimlessly through fields or forests. I can keep secrets when I see fit to do so. I am a compulsive liar. And I do bitch unnecessarily. But who doesn’t or isn’t. I have a phobia of plastic and it’s edges. I own an appaulingly short attention span. I can be rather blunt, and for want of a better word ‘rude’. I am a good conversationalist. I don’t eat beef/pork/lamb, I eat slabs of cucumber. The biggest influence in life is life itself. You're a long time dead so fucking enjoy it, I however will live forever.
James, my baby
You mean more to me than I could ever tell you.
Infact, no amount of written or spoken words will
do the way I feel right now justice.
''You know my heart is by your side''
