No one knows that I am, really. I seem to be the shy, little prude thing and I’m not. I smile sweetly, I speak eloquently, I have a boyfriend, I go to a private catholic school, I wear modest clothing, my grades exceed those of common standards, I have an early curfew, my parents are damn strict, my father used to be a preacher, I go to church every Sunday. Fuck, you can say I have the same lifestyle as Jamie from A Walk To Remember, ‘cept I don’t expect to die from cancer anytime soon. Two faced? Maybe, but I know who I am, and I’m a bitch.

I don’t try to act hard like others. I know what is appropriate and what isn’t. I feel that if people percieve themselves differently than how they normally are, they’ll feel as though they are hiding it from others. I, on the other hand, don’t want people to think I’m a bitch, but I am.

I’m also a dirty slut. I love to fuck. I know exactly what to say and how to do things so well, that it’ll make a boy cream his instantly jeans. I love to cuss and severely damage peoples egos. Thing is, I know you have to be good to get good things in life, and I want the good shit. Who I am on the inside, is totally opposed to who I am on the inside. Two completely different characters. I love it :]