The name's Brenda, you're more than welcome to call me B. I'm 22 years old with the heart of a 10 year old. I'm Puertorican so loud, crazy and bitchy comes with the territory. All my life I've been surrounded by shady people so forgive me if I'm skeptical of you at first. Music is my life. Literally. Listening to the right song at the right moment is the most beautiful thing ever. I've had too much shit happen in my life to believe in happy endings but I have faith in the fact that fairy tales can come true. Facebook Twatter Youtube
I wish you would leave me alone. Unfollow me. Stop reblogging my shit. You started a huge lie and you won’t even fess up to it. The worst part is that you chose the “friends” that aren’t the ones looking out for you. I was. And you didn’t care. I cried with you, they got you drunk and high. I miss the old you. The new you is horrible. You are trying so hard to feel wanted and loved that you’ve morphed into this total wastoid. Big props for all the drugs and alcohol. Kudos. What would your mom think if she could see you now. Pretend you never even knew I existed. Get the fuck out of my life. Stop showing up. Just fucking get lost.