Well, it's nice to meet you, sir.
My name is Jasmine.
I happen to love obscene jokes, photography, writing, spending money, singing, acting, rain, and laughing.
I happen to hate bad grammar, long lines, false accusations, and headaches.
I'm stubborn and sarcastic, and I'm sorry if you find my humor rude. I don't like when people see me cry. I shamelessly whore my stories, you should actually go read them right now. You could even get a little crazy and comment them. Hah.
I've got a sailor's mouth, but hey. We all have our faults.
I want to be the next big thing. I'd be lying if I said I don't give a damn what people think, that superficial things don't matter to me, or that I never label people.
I might not like you, that's just that. Not much you can do if I decide you're full of shit. That sounded mean, but, it's really just the truth. :/
"Keep your face in the sunshine, and you will not see the shadows."
-Helen Keller.


date: November 11th.
time: 9:11 PM.
mood: tired, frustrated, sad.
music: All I Wanted; Paramore.
updates: Nothing, I don't feel motivated. I'm just extremely sad. And mad. And exhausted.

Elizabeth.	Jeanette.
Giselle.	Celina.
Mel.	Abbey.

*HUGS* TOTAL! Give me hug, I'll love you forever. (:
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