I am so insecure and my face is a game of connect the dots. I stopped wearing Justice long, long, ago and I stopped wearing my hair up in knots.
I was fearless and brave but know I'm simply just afraid, and my newest best friend is my CoverGirl mascara. I hated to read but now I'm writing and I still hate my real name, Samantha.
Frogs are my favorite animal and that will, no matter what, stay the same, and so will my cute little smile. I'm sometimes moody and mostly mean but on my TBH my top gem is "always goes the extra mile."
My phone is my life because it helps me forget my real one, and I've learned to tell which friends are genuine and fake. Each year I get messier and messier and I've now declared my hate for cupcakes.
When I was little I wasn't scared of nothing, but now I'm scared of almost everything although, I still love wearing dresses. I'm the queen of exaggeration, telling people I'm dying every three seconds and I've been through so much I could give a few life lessons.
I don't give a crap about how much I weigh but I do care about what others will say. I hate going outside, and I certainly will not go in the sun to "play."
Despite all of this, I still think I changed for the better, not the worse. Why? Well, that's what happens when you're a teenager.