In my own words I'm nothing new. There have been a million girls that talk like me, act like me, dress like me and think like me. Nontheless I'm still me. Here's a shot: Make-up is a MUST. Music is forever. I Love most of it [Rock/metal/industrial/jazz/pu nk/techno/electronic]. I'm electric. I'm natural. Meat is MURDER. I drink. I don't smoke. I Live. I make needless emotional attachments. I enjoy it. I'm ginger. I love brighly dyed hair. Over Exagerated make-up. I am a Mess. Dysfunction is my middle name. I'm 18 and I fucking love it. Raves/gigs/clubbing/pubbing = awesome. I'm not perfect but I don't have to be. I'm not attractive in the least but I still dress up. Pretty clothing comes from anywhere. I'm non generic. Not Genre Specific. Labels don't bother me. I know what I am and you don't.
In A Perfect World... I wouldn't have to think of a witty answer to this.
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