Status; I'm too young to be broken. I'm too young to fall apart.
Hai, I'm Brooke. Most of you know me as Ally. But no. I'm Brooke. Most people judge me way too quickly. Yes, I was fake. But I'm not a bad person. I'm sure if you were as insecure as I am, you'd do it too. Okay, moving on. I'm fifteen. I live in California. Fullerton to be exact. I'm single.. and no, I will not bang you, but thanks for being desperate. I love skating. It's my fucking passion. I've won 4 competitions so far. c:I cannot.. I repeat; CANNOT live without my eyeliner. It's like, life. I fall for guys too easily.. and I end up broken. Music is always there for me; along with this guy. His name is Jase. He picks me up when I'm down, and I love him for that. People don't understand why I am how I am.. well, I can't make you understand, but I can give you a little bit. When I was 11, I liked this guy. His name was Levi. I loved him so much, but he was 2 years older, and thought I was ugly. I carved his name into my wrist. I felt some sort of comfort in it, so I began cutting. That's when the addiction started. Here I am, at 15, and I still have that addiction. I've been broken 5 times in the past month. I honestly don't really care about anything anymore. I don't care whether or not you hate me. Most people do, anyway. I make wishes at 11:11. They don't come true, but I have .01% of hope left. No big deal. I don't believe in god. If he was real, he'd take away my pain. But lol, no. I have to suffer.