![]() On the 20th of February, she would be named Heather; fourteen years later she would force people to call her by her middle name, Amethyst. The internet would be her best friend, along with her books. Although, she wouldn't be the quiet type, she would be vociferous, eclectic, and fastidious. She would sing anywhere (not just in the shower), not caring if people liked it or not. She would break out into laughter into the middle of a silent room. She would be known for her horrible dance moves, and her attitude. She would be a dreamer, a writer, and a musical genius. Living insides the songs that she played, hoping to one day become famous; to one day leave her footprints on the world. I am not afraid to say it, I'm not afraid to scream it. Roses are red If you would like to email me, then you can email me at wanderlusting.outcast@hotmail.com I don't mind flaming or whatever, it's fine. I will reply to nearly anything that you say. |