The names Riley. I'm 14. I blow my candles out on November 18th.
I follow back; always.
I have an opinion on everything.
I refuse to let people bring me down.
You know my name, not my story. You've heard what I've done, not what I've been through.
I give fantastic advice.
I think being a tad conceited is good.
I think everyone is their own kind of beautiful.
I am not a good listener and very impatient.
I give my whole heart until you give me a reason not too.
I am somewhat of a loner.
I love to write.
I love cuddling.
I love food, and I don't really care who you are, I will stuff my face.
Little things make me cry.
My cousins are my bestfriends, and I could not make it without them.
I hate spiders, and any bugs.
I am easily entertained.
I hate being alone.
I hate the dark.
I love back and tummy rubs.
When I'm mad I turn my headphones all the way up, and forget everyone.
I'm a terrible gift giver.
I love surprises.
I hate when people lie to me, because I can always tell.
I am honest, about everything.
I keep a lot to myself.
I don't like sharing my feelings, at all.
I hate fighting.
I'm scared of losing people..
I've had my heart broken.