bianCa

i'm bianca. (pron bee-yun-ka) say it properly or i get irritated.
my friends usually call me bee or parker. whatever you use is fine.
i'm 19. the fact that im am actually 19 scares me. i don’t want to get old. life gets so much more serious with every year older you get. then things just get depressing.
i live for my family and friends. sure their annoying and can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but then again who isn’t? without them i wouldn’t be the person i am today. and i love them for that.
i’m nowhere near perfect. but i like the fact that even though i’m abit of a screw up, my friends and family still accept me and love me for who i am. it’s comforting to know that.
i love being at uni. i like my course, my friends, my freedom. but at the same time i miss being at highschool. but then again life is full of change.
i like my job. apart from sundays. customers seem to be a whole lot stupider on sundays. i guess sunday payrate makes up for that though.
i live for saturday nights because of 4 reasons.
1) i normally don’t know where im going or who im going with, but i know i'l have a decent night anyway.
2) i receive the most interesting text msgs from the most random people at the most ridiculous times of the morning.
3) i love late night macca’s stops after a night out partying. where everyone puts their fries inside their cheesburgers.
4) then when i finally get into bed, i like the fact that in a few hrs i have to be up for work.
im well aware that im flat as a surfboard, don’t bother brining it to my attention.i already know.i can’t leave my house without wearing mascara, otherwise tend to look diseased.
i don’t think i’ve ever had a day where my hair is just right. no matter how much i straighten it, its still a frizzy fro. no matter wat colour i dye it, it still turns out ranga. no matter how much i style it, it still looks like i just woke up.
i like to think that im a nice girl. but i can just as easily be a moody bitch.
i get hurt easily because i trust people way too much.i can be a sook most of the time because of this.dont call me emo or i'l bite your head off
i miss people more than words can explain.they dont think i miss them. but i honestly do.
sometimes i hold onto the past. then i hope that it will replay itself sometime in the future. but things dont always work out like that
so i dont look back, sill im dieing with every step i take
but i dont look back, we could keep trying but things will never change
and it hurts with every heart beat