chelsey,

"Like a pen needs a page, to re-write you need a mistake."

17 years old

Calgary

Female

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I talk a lot. Or sometimes too little. It depends who I'm with, where I am, or what I'm doing.
Most of the time if something pisses me off, you'll know. I really need to cut down on the whole telling people what I think deal.

I laugh at absolutely everything. Even if it's not remotely funny.
I'm really insecure. Really.

I strongly dislike friends who talk shit about their friends. I wish people would just grow up.
I love music. I'd be so bored in life if I didn't have it. I go to way too many concerts, but I love it and wouldn't trade it in for anything else.

My closest friends live at least 3 hours away, and rarely see them.
I'm needy, and I need people to tell me that they need me or else I think up all these outrageous things as to why they don't need me.

I can sense when you're mad at me. Or feeling any other emotion but happiness. Really, I can.
I read, draw, and sing too much. I do these things alone because I myself enjoy being alone, rather than a group of people.

I'm usually calm, but I do goof around once in a while.
I will hug you if you honor me for who I am, but yet tell me when I'm being a bitch. I'd appreciate it. Oh, and tell me when I'm wrong, because I tend to think I'm always right. Because I usually am.