Miky

Well hello there, you b-e-a-utiful person! Thanks for taking the time to come here, even if it was accidental. Now, most my stories are inactive and not being written anymore, but if you want to read them, be my guest, but I can't bring myself to take them down... Like how one cannot simply throw a way a childhood favorite toy or game due to the overwhelming nostalgia you feel, as well as the memories you get when you play with it or even just hold the old relic...

Wow. Much words for a 13 year old. 

Yerp, I'm thirteen, but don't let my age fool you - I'm very maturely immature and I've got battle scars to prove it... Not really but I do reckless stuff and fall a lot so I have scars from falling a lot! Like the ones on my leg from when I wiped out on the woodchips at the playground.. Yes, there is a playground at my school. We're not allowed to play on it. Only the eighth and sixth graders are for some reason.... *much jealousy* 

Stressed, depressed, and band obsessed. Though I burn Directioners. *whispers word like it's dirty*

I can we insanely strange and weird, and I ship random people, but I can also offer words that are helpful, even life changing... not really, but if you're feeling down I'm here to make you feel better. Think of me as... as... as a little thirteen year-old with sage words of advice... Kinda. Andyway, if you couldn't tell by my username, I like Black Veil Brides! 

Me as a child: When I'm older, I'm gonna be super popular, and pretty, and good at singing and have a super hot jock boyfriend!

Now: *single with no intention of dating, more band shirts than friends (literally), self-conscious, voice that cracks a lot (mom calls me a teenage boy), wears all black, listens to heavy-metal, better at screaming than singing, likes scene guys, wears skinny jeans, wants a job at Hot Topic, wears bracelets up to elbows* Maaam, (translation: Mom) make me a separate pizza, I wanna see how much of it I can eat by myself! 

Okey, baaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!