Sincerely, slimmy
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I would greatly appreciate being addressed by Whitnie or Whit - not baby, boo, sexy, lil’ mama, or any other name that you wouldn’t call your mother. I don’t believe in age, it’s just a number that people 18+ use to taunt those younger than them. My head resides in Atlanta, Georgia. At this point in time, I am a senior at Mceachern High School. The pressure is finally starting to weigh down on me, with college & careers to think about. Decisions will be made in the next couple months that will affect my future entirely. Scared? Oh that’s an understatement. While all of this is happening, people still feel the need to speak on subjects that are irrelevant to them. If your into that whole middle school drama type stuff, you’ve got the wrong person. I have a tendency to hate everything around me. People in particular. The ‘gangstas’, the wanna be ‘skaters’, the loud ‘ghetto’ girls, the obnoxious ‘stuck-ups’, and those who think they have a ‘swagger’. You know, those people. FYI: If you still say the word ‘swag’ then please exit this page of the internet and never come back. Girls who say that they are the baddest need a big reality check. Last time I checked, Adolf Hitler was the baddest. I have a mild form of OCD. If something doesn’t sit right with me then it will truly tear me apart inside until it is fixed. Hence the fact why my Myspace page is always perfectly done. I put a punctuation mark after everything I type. It gives me a sense of security. Judge me if you want, but punctuation is hot. A lemon iced tea Arizona is Jesus. I want to attend NYU with a major in buisness management or FIDM. Music is my Religion. You may classify me as materialistic, but clothes, shoes, and make-up are my anti-drugs. ‘Yo mama’ tends to slip from my mouth quite frequently, so don’t take it personal. It’s become apart of my vocabulary. Music is just about the most valuable thing to me besides my family. A secret that I have is that I can sing. Trying to understand me is like trying to lick your elbow. Go ahead and try licking it, you know you want to. I don’t know my right from left and I stare off into space just about 93.5% of the time. I am the definition of random. Those closest to me tend to get amazingly frustrated with how simple-minded I am. If I say it, then I mean it. Period. Regardless of if I say LOL after it or not. Nobody is currently occupying that red thing in my chest called a heart. I tend to crush way too hard on people who aren’t worth anything more than the bottom of my Shoes. I come off as if I have no feelings whatsoever at times. Sorry if I offend you. If you have taken the time to read this all the way through then you are amazing.<3 Whit.
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