Paige here. I'm odd. I kind of wish I was born in Victorian London, as a lady. With big ball dresses and princes and lords. I love "Beauty and the Beast", but my favorite movie is probably "The Breakfast Club". I can't live without my music, and I can never find a favorite song, right now it's 3AM, but that's subject to change. I'm in love with the idea of love, and happily ever afters, and boys with blue eyes. I've never been kissed, and I'm fifteen, pathetic right?
Don't judge me in my choice of belief. Don't tell me what to say,
and do not tell me my ideas are wrong. You are supposed to be my
friend; I haven't judged you for your belief in a God or Gods. Or
whatever you believe. I honestly don't care if you are Christian,
Jewish, Buddhist, or etc. But stop saying because I'm not
entirely sure if I believe in a higher power that I'm stupid.
It's quite obvious that you're the ignorant one if you think that
anyone else's opinion but your own is wrong.
I think I may or not have just killed myself. So I was running,
(don't freak out, I was going after food) and I tripped over a
ceramic pot, kicking this 30 lb. object across the room. I fell
into a wall and cut my hand and my leg. My leg is swelling and
bruised.
I think it's safe to say I'm just a tad bit clumsy.