Work Of Me

As you all know, I love Demi Lovato. I plan to get three of the same tattoos of hers (at least) they include:

The birds flying up her right forearm.

"Stay Strong" on the wrists; Stay on the left and Strong on the right. (Must be in the same fancy cursive as hers.)

"Now I'm A Warrior" above me left shoulder blade. (Once again, the same fancy cursive)

I'll let my writings explain why I want these.

I want to learn calligraphy really bad. Handwriting has always been one of my favorite things, and I love curly, slick letters over the boxy hard kind. I want to take a whole class on how to write fancily.

I would love to be a famous singer, but I guess that's not for me 'cause I can't sing worth shit. (But I do it anyway)

My mom makes me go to church, but I don't believe in God. So when we have to pray, I part to Demi Lovato instead.

I am against feminism. (The third wave of it)

I have never been in love; rather the idea of it. However I would love to be in love with a person. Such as Hazel and Augustus Waters. They will always be my relationship role models.

I have a major crush on a guy I've never even talked to. (Which I always used to think was crappy for people to do)

Apparently, I have a thing for blondes.

I love love love love love love sappy romances. Preferably comedy but that's just a bonus.

I also like horror. But I legit hate jump scares. Those are what scare me the most and I fucking hate them with a fucking passion don't even get me started.

In "The Fault In Our Stars" I hated Monica more than the cancer.

I love winter. Mainly because I love how people look in their cute little coats and mittens and hats and how they snuggle up to stay warm.

I love affection, but feel uncomfortable when confronted by it.

Sorry, but I'm a very picky person. And a perfectionist. I hate being a perfectionist.

I often try to come up with my own theories.

I have an unhealthy obsession with candles. I'm a candle hoarder.

One day I plan to wear nothing but merch and skinny jeans.

Oreos? I hate them. Unless they're the seasonal ones. Like the special Halloween or Christmas decorated ones. Those are the only ones I'll ever eat.

I used to be obsessed with bologna sandwiches, until one day I got sick and puked it up.

I would love to get spider-bites but my mom says no. As well as dye my hair.

I'm a coward at heart. Sorry. Don't do well with any sorts of pain.

I think that the word could be a better place if there was no such thing as selfishness; only altruism.

I love what John Green said about jot and sadness. You know the saying "you can't know joy without sadness?" Well, take away sadness, you still have joy. You just don't have anything to compare joy to, but that doesn't mean joy doesn't exist.

The crush I mention earlier? I may or may not stalk him? I only have eleven pictures of him (some I've taken myself and some I've found from families social media sites. Don't post pictures of your kids.) his locker number is 281. And he used to work at Rock River Rapids as a lifeguard. (The nearby water park) he possibly still does. I also have a list I made myself of all his classes through out the day.

Instead of saying "Goodbye" I always say "Stay Strong"