Seventeen.
Trap.
California.
In love with the world. Literally.
So many things I wish I could do, however I know I won't be able to finish it all at one time.
I want to love every single person I can and not give anyone a reason to despise me.
My past is my past, it does not define me now. Do not judge me before you talk to me.
No drugs, drinking, or smoking.
There is such a thing as a love of one's life, I got one. No, you won't change it.
If you type with hideous grammar and spelling, it will discreetly annoy the shit out of me.
I love God.