Wasted Spaces!
killing myself from the inside out, let my fear push you out. who the hell do i think i am?
Chantel.
I'm seventeen. I'm a senior.
Before you ask, my eyes are brown.
I'm in my school's marching band.
I love art. Painting is my wish-to-be niche. But, I'm better in sculpting and carving.
I play the piano.
I do not eat meat because it tastes icky. I like fish, though.
I am an introvert. I don't get bored easily.
I love old cars. Engines get me going.
I write, a lot.
I read even more.
I am neither optimistic or pessmistic. I prefer realism.
I realize I've turned into who I never wanted to be.
I have a grave issues with naive people.
DLS is a home.
Penguins are very lovable.
Tea is my addiction.
I wear aviators all the time, darkness included.
I should have been born in the sixties.
Lately, I've become very interested in indie music. But, I love it all.
I avoid confrontation like most people avoid food poisoning.
Social status isn't my strong point.
Sunflowers are beautiful.
Cloudy days are my favorite, but I don't live in a very cloudy place.
I have sleeping issues. I think about three hours is my max.
I make up stupid songs and rhymes.
I have a sense of humor and enjoy laughing.
I use quotes a lot. I have an appeal for other's wisdom.
I have an amazing guy in my life named Tommy.
I'm in love with him. Is pretty wonderful.
I am pretty average. Come discover.
Ciao.
