SteffiBOOM

Just look for the brightest star in the night sky, and that's me. Watching over you, looking after you. Just being there because I love you.

Hello darl.
Okay, first things first.
The name's Stef. I'm one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, FOURTEEN years old. I just blew out my candles on February 22nd.
Sarcasm I speak fluently. English and French, not so much.

I live for my friends, music, and writing. Okay, not just those three things, but they are my priorities.
I wouldn't say I'm the most popular kid in school; but I'm hardly a loner either. I have the best friends ever, and I love them all like a fat kid loves pancakes. Yep, that much.

I'm ready to make big changes in my life. To go far, and to make the most of what I have. I know that my life hasn't always been that great, but I can easily understand that now. I'm prepared and looking forward to becoming something real, something I actually love. My dreams are going to come true, and I can now say that and feel 100% sure of it.

Pain is pleasure. Pleasure is pain.
Are you wondering why I say that?
Because with every bad phase that we go through, there will always be a positive thing to look forward to. But with every part of your life that seems perfect, something is never right. Okay, maybe you don't realise it at the time, but there will always be a problem that will arise.
Don't try to understand that, you'll hurt yourself.

There's no right or wrong way, you just have to live.

To me, a life without passion is a life not worth living. What's the point of being if you can't feel passion about something? It comes in a lot of different forms.
Passion for something you believe in. Passion about someone you love. Passion about art, or music. It's a part of everyday life.

I'm addicted to Facebook and Myspace.
I don't do that much on Myspace, but I'm online every single day. And from now on I resolve to actually make my profile on there interesting/

Imma Froggy, as my cousin puts it. I live in the South of France. Fancy, right? Mehh. I don't know. I guess I'm used to it, because now, after five years, Monaco and the French Riviera doesn't seem all that amazing to me. I don't mean that I take where I live for granted. I realise how lucky I am to live here, but it's home to me.
I see it all every day, and it takes a fair bit to impress me.
What? I'm a cold, unfeeling robot.
OnlyNotReally.

I learned 'heartbreak' on my own.

I'm pretty sensitive. I get very defensive of myself and the people I love. If someone badmouths my friends or family I tend to get really angry at that person.
For example, if I'm moaning about my brother to a friend, saying that he annoys me or that he's stupid, that doesn't automatically mean that this other person can join in. I mean, my brother is my brother. It's natural for me to get mad at him. Okay, so maybe I say he's unreasonable, or that he's snobby, but that's just me. The other person has no idea what his personality is like so they have no right to judge him.
The same goes for pretty much anyone else.
Except mutual friends. If I'm mad at a friend who is also friends with the person I am mad at, then okay, that other person can badmouth the friend, because they know this person too. In some cases, maybe not in the same way, but I mean, how many ways is there to know a person?
I'm strange and complicated, I know.

I don't keep my feelings bottled up inside me. I talk about them, but only to a few selected people, and to these people, I tell everything.
I find it hard to talk to my parents about everything, which is what my friends are there for. They're the people I can call at 10pm and just blurt everything out to while they listen in silence and think about what I'm saying. That, and so many other reasons, is why I'm incredibly thankful for them. They're lifesavers.

And in case you were wondering, you are everything to me.

Label? Those are for soupcans honey. People aren't round or made out of metal, so why should you sort them into different categories?
There's preppy, jock, emo, goth, stoner, nerd and God only knows how many more. I hate labels, but if I had to give myself one, it would probably be emo.
I get told that enough...

Don't send me a message saying 'Hi, you're so cool, can we be friends?'.
I'll laugh and ignore you.
Make your message interesting to read, and show me that you've actually read at least some of the stuff about me.
You didn't ask your real life friends to be yours, did you?
Yeah I know. You're thinking 'What a bitch.'
Get over yourself and click the back button away from my page.
Yeah, I read thoughts.

You only see what I let you see, nothing more, nothing less.

One of my main interests, apart from music, is writing. I absolutely love to write.
When I'm stressed and need to relax, I write.
When I'm upset and want to get away, I write.
When I'm happy and need to put my emotions into words, I write.
It's my way of getting away from the stress of being a teenager and slipping into another world.
If you don't have an overactive imagination, I doubt you'll understand what I mean. No offense or anything.

Music is my anti drug. I read between the lines and find a hidden message in the song. If it has good lyrics, I find even the heaviest metal song calm and comforting.
Music is a little bit or my everything. It's an amazing way to express yourself.
In a song, you can say whatever you want, and people don't have the right to judge you.
Why?
Because in music, it can be hard to tell what's real from what's not.

Before I stop writing to go do my homework, here's a few ramdon things about yours truly.

One
People know not to give me Red Bull. If they see me going to buy some, then fine, they let me, but they never actually hand it to me.
It makes me go all hyper and sugar high.

Two
Never try to wake me up. I tend to wave my arms around wildly in the hope of hitting someone when awoken.
And that's a fact.

Three
Never, under any circumstances, take my iPod away from me.
If I'm using it in an unapropriate situation, then the wise thing for people to do is let me know, and I will put it away myself.But don't it's very unwise to try to take the earbuds out of my ears and pull the iPod away from me.
Chances are I'll hit someone.

Four
Don't bother asking me questions that often.I'm nearly always grumpy and will either laugh at you or make fun of you.

I'm every cliché, but I simply do it best.

Love you sweetie.
Stef [xo]

Definition of Stef according to Urban Dictionary:

Stef:
Beautiful body, beautiful eyes, beautiful personality; no one else like her.
Once you know Stef you'll never forget...

Sprinkle Stef
Ooooh la la, there she is!
Ouch, Stef is so hot!

Stefy:
The greatest girl and best friend one could have in this world. The most extreme rarity of a person. *sidenote* EXTREMELY hot and SUPER sexy. She WILL make u want her so badly by just LOOKING at her.

Who's that sexy hotness over there?
--Oh it's Stefy =P

Who's the best friend you could have?
--Oh it's Stefy ;)

I'm flattered. Really, I am. =)