I am the very meaning of complex, and content with living my life ass backwards. I am the tackiest form of class around, and fall into every stereotype imaginable. I'm loud and gregarious, yet serene and harmonic. I enjoy a large variety of people, but love to hate everyone else in the room. I'm no longer flattered by compliments, though live in my own reflection. I'm charmed by the tranquil sound of piano, but adore nothing more than waking up in the morning to earth shattering metal. I'm a city girl, bound by industrialism, despite having an undying love for the ever green state of Vermont. I'm passionate for art, but have never appreciated my own self expression in such form.

I'm infatuated by luminous color, whereas black and white seem more attractive on the eyes. I'm annoyed by people who question my beliefs, however, offended when not offered an others true insight, challenging or not.

All too often I find myself in promiscuous situations, although envious of the virginal. I enjoy cheap thrills, and still bored on any occasion. I'll cling to your every word, thrive for your acceptance, and love you for a moment, but once the moments passed, you'll be just another face. ***This is something I strive to change.

I'm unsure if I know the true meaning of love. Don't try to understand me, because most of the time, I can't understand myself.

I have a beautiful baby girl, Meela Xaviera, I love her sooooo much!