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I'm the girl your friend used to know in high school. The girl you wanted to know in high school and the chick that you just loved knowing in high school. Most say I'm unforgettable because I make such a good first impression. I'd agree.

Darkly humored and sadistically amused- a fan of good literature and even better drugs that inspired them. The cliche rebel- born to rebel as an example to other rebels to remember.

Fanatic for Batman and forever the real Harley Quinn. There can be no imitation because knock offs don't live up to the standard- only leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

Manipulator with a big heart and even larger love for money and white chocolate. Rockin' it like I stole it- forever young and will impact your life one way or another. I make memories....♥

Around the ripe age of eleven, I met a fair skined anarchist named Sydney. She was my n doll who promised me she'd show me the world; of course, her definition was make me her lover, beat me, get me addicted to heroin and knock me up. Several months later I gave birth to a baby boy; at least that was what I was told. His name was Little Joe, due to his short stature from all the drugs in my system during conception.

He was on an incubator to fight his addiction for some time, and at this point Sydney had started pulling up the carpet to look for spare change to feed her crystal meth problems. Eventually she left me in the end for a chick named Jenny...Whose number was on the bathroom wall, they both created a band or some gay shit. She took Little Josephine while she was at it, depriving him of knowing his "real" mother for most of his life.

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

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