AboutOkay, here's everything you need to know about how cool I am: You can call me Saphira (whether that's my real name you'll name know [ghostly music]). I'm afraid of thing that eat my face and I like sloths. IF YOU SEND ME A FRIEND REQUEST I WILL KISS YOU (and then burn my lips).
Here's a story:
There was this chick, and she was in love. He cussed at her and laughed at her and that was pretty much the only contact she had with him. And when you asked her why she loved him she had no reason. But there was another chick, and she like him too. He went out with the other chick... because she was hot. But the boy was just a toy to her. And it hurt the girl to see the way the other girl didn't care about him but he didn't even notice. So she continued to be hurt my his words and laughter, despite the fact that her friends told her to forget about him... until finally she realized why she wouldn't give up. Life sucked. She loved him so much because it was her way of fighting that fact, her way of trying to get he one thing that would make her life better. He still hates her, but after that realization, she only loves him more.
This story in no way relates to my life. Well... maybe a little... a lot... IT'S THE STORY OF MY LIFE OKAY?! STOP PRESSURING ME!
my current site- saphira.dgoode.com
I am in the process of acquiring apocalypticsunrise.com, but until them you WILL go to the one above... because I TOLD YOU TO.