I eat peanut butter out of the jar
with a spoon,
when I have a bad day.

I write
angry things
down in my book.

I can’t set goals to save my life.

I'm still in love with the spice girls
and N’Sync
and The Backstreet Boys.

My natural hair color
comes in a bottle.

When I get mad,
I have no other reaction, than to cry.

I like it,
when people tell me I'm pretty.

Driving my dads big truck,
makes me feel like a
hard a**.

I don’t envy the cheerleading squad.

I have a weakness for
glitter,
and
multicolored Christmas lights.

It brightens my day to have a Myspace message.

I listen when you speak.

You said you wanted the
Truth.