Hi I'm Dawn

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Email: lexiekicksass@yahoo.com

These are my rules, you don't like it leave =/

1. I could care less for your trolling take it elsewhere.

2. I'm a rude person by nature, I usually mean well unless i just don't like you.

3. I really do not like people who just go around hatin for no reason.

4. Don't flame, a critique and a flame are two seperate things. End. Of. Story.

5. I'm only 15 going on 16, so i'm bound to not be a great author, so chill out when I happen to update slow or the story just plan sucks. I'M LEARNING.

6. Opinions matter, just not to ME, so THROW YOUR SHIT AT SOMEONE ELSE, BECAUSE I'LL THROW MINE BACK!

7. If I seem mean I don't mean to, I'm a nice person just so many people today are stupid, trolling, or to young to be on the website and they get butthurt.

8. My stories are MY STORIES, i do value the fact people like to give out ideas or advice but it is MY story, I'll do whatever the hell I want with it.

9. Reviews are my lover.

10. Reviews get you new chapters.

My likes and dislikes are considerable, they can be few or a ton, so I'd rather not bore you.

I don't like the idea of request stories but I might if i find it good enough. =/

I'm a person who loves fluff and that sappy shit, it's adorable, I'm a girl sue me.

I find strange things interesting, i try to look outside the box, find stuff others haven't.

Also I am a proud 100% OTP fan of Dasey Derek Venturi and Casey Mcdonald.

i'm a loser because i don't want to be popular.
i'm a pansy because i dontask every guy out.
i'm special because i act silly in public.
i'm a slut because i actually dance at...dances.
i'm nasty because i have a single zit on my face.
i'm a hippie because i'm not cool with violence.
i'ma whore because my boyfriend kissed mee.
i'm a freak because i don't dress just like you.
i'm a bitch because i stand up for myself.
i'm a retard when i make a C on a test...
but a nerd when i make an A, or a B.
i'm anorexic because i forgot my lunch one day.
the next day, i'm fat because i eat all of it.
can i tell you something, sweetheart?

labels dont define me