About Me
My name is Amy Marie Roche. I attend El Dorado High School.
My life, simple, yet complicated. Its one of those stories that never ends, yet you never want to stop learning about it.
I guess you can say I’ve been through some pretty rough times in my life, But oddly, even if I had the chance, I wouldn’t go back in time to fix it. Because I have this feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone too.
My life, unlike most, is very extraordinary. Each moment that passes, is more exciting than the last. I never give up. I have endless hopes and dreams, and expectations to where I wanna get in life, even though I know, I probably won’t accomplish the majority of them.
I love to have attention, and I’m not afraid to admit I love when the lights, camera’s and eyes are all on me. I don’t label myself I am who I am. And that’s who I’ve always been, and always will be. I really don’t care about the public eye, or the way others see things, I’m by far my worst critic.
My life can’t be summed up in one or two sentences, it cant be packaged into something neat and simple that people would immediately understand, and I kind of like it that way.
I have major trust issues, and I’m hardly ever satisfied. I trust very few people, and that’s just how it will always be.
I will come right off the bat and tell you I’m a colossal bitch. I am straight forward, and blunt. I’m very honest, and I will tell it how it is. If you don’t like that, then don’t talk to me.
I don’t give two shits about the whole he said she said bullshit. I’m over the drama, and over the lies. I’m tired of all the competition around high school, And parties. Yet I still can’t seem to get enough of it.
I’m the type of girl that: If you judge me, ill prove you wrong. If you tell me what to do, ill tell you off. If you say I’m not worth it, watch where I end up. If you call me a bitch, I will show you one. And if you fuck me over, ill do it twice as bad.
Some people say I’m conceded, or full of myself, but they just never learned what confidence is. There is a difference, and yah it is a word, look it up.
Talking trash is the guilty pleasure girls love to hate. I’ll admit, that’s entirely true.
I really don’t find perfect to be a real word. I’m not perfect, and don’t exist to be. And I find those who say they are perfect highly annoying.
Ha-ha you know what bugs? Are those girls who scream, and jump up and down, and hug their girlfriends like they haven’t seen them in 10 years when they just saw them five minutes ago. It’s like Bug off bitch, go fuck her already. And also, those girls who have to say the word “like,†twenty times in every sentence... Eww: Grow some nuts and learn a new word.
Note to girls: Give it up, I don’t care what think of me. Yeah me and your boyfriend dated; Yeah I live in a vast house, with my ideal family and my innovative cars. Yeah I wear my designer clothing and purses out. No, I cannot go out with out my name brand sun glasses or my high heals. Yah, I can do my make up superior, and yeah, I have more money then you. But no madder how hard you try, I won’t ever crave to be like you. And envying me won’t make you pretty… sorry.
Ooh && guys: I am not some economical slut, So stop trying to get me; You won’t ever win my heart. I don’t want to meet up with you, or send you dirty pictures, So don’t bother asking.
