Allyson Paige, I am eighteen years old. As of April 13th. (: I am the type of girl, who leaves a mess in her room everyday, trying to find something to wear. Has a million different colors on her fingers, because she can't decide. I don't have horrible grades, but not the best. My friends are the ones I had to find, and fight to have. Their the ones who understand me the most. I have family, but they care too much, or not enough at the same time. It drives me crazy. I love shopping. It's like a crave I have. Hollister, abercrombie, buckkkle, miss me's! I love boys, but, so does any other eighteen year old girl. I can never makeup my mind. Ever. Ever. Ever. So, don't lay a decision in front of me, andddd, expect me to choose. I have dark brown hair, and ocean deep blue eyes. I'm not fat, but I'm not a size 0. Maybe a 1/2;) I love dancing. It's my favorite thing in the whole world. Why? Because its ME. I have my own style. The beat flows through me, like none other. I have the choreography in my mind as soon I as hear a song. Dancing is my way of expression. And it's the most amazing thing.
So you might not care, but I do;;
And you might think it's crazy that I'm actually crying. But my heart breaks easy. And if you maybe had felt something for me, you'd feel a bit of regret. But you lied to me, and I believed those lies, way too easy. And the sad thing is, I'd let you easily come back. But you won't. So it's stupid that I wish stupid things like this. But I do. It's stupid that I actually let you control my heart, but I did. I don't regret meeting you, mostly because, I know this many more things to watch for, the next time, I fall for an amazing guy like you.