I choose not to conform but i am the only one who can learn about the things that make me who i am. I am 20 years young, with long black hair. I have a quiet imagination, but a sharp tongue. My actions at times speak louder than my words, my eyes and smile are louder than the birds. I love music and art. Clothes and shoes. Such things keep me from
Falling in the blues. My love for change is greater than the sun, but my lack of money keeps me away from the run. Some day i will choose a right or left turn, but i will never conform.

TwinCities, you will always have my heart.

Oh you’re everything I’m wanting, Come to think of it im Aching. On account of my transgression; Will you welcome this confession?

Acceptance