There are days every now and then where I feel sad. Most of the time I wake up ready to live.

I have found that laughing it off doesnt always work.

You need to confront your demons, look ‘em dead in the eye, and tell them to fuck the hell off and let you live.

I am 20, with jet black and blue eyes.

Im in love. 

I have done many things: some crazy, some boring.

I am shamelessly addicted to Coffee, Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, Gaga, and Love.

Oh god, i picked up smoking again. 

I am a hairstylist. 

Im going to be rich and bad ass at what i do. 

I get anxious a lot. My heart races, and I start to get that burning feeling in my stomach, at the most random times.

I wave hello to perfect strangers all the time. 

When I ask you about your day, i really do want to know all about it.

Im the one you can lay it all on.

I wear false eyelashes every day, and tease my hair.

Im as fake as you want me to be.

I like to model for fun, YouTube for shock,  write for the soul, and sing to live.

I have no religion, just have my teeth, and I want to bite you with them.

When I wake up in the morning, I feel like Alexxis, or Alexis, or Pez. 

Depeche Mode and Lady Gaga have gotten me through some of the hardest times of my life.

But those hard times, in retrospect could have been a whole lot harder.

My parents are divorced, and I live with my mom.

I hold my own umbrella while the rain pours.

I have taken some time to realize what I need in life.

Breathe.

I feel worthy, yet humble.

This year has been sufficiently horrible.