fuck off.
Have you ever encounter incidents why people just don't understand you?
Like, they judge you by its cover?
I grew up in an environment that shaped me as what I am today. How I dress, How I speak.
But may I ask, does any of these things have something to do with my education?
Some of you, the superficials one, may nod and say, "Duh, then what?"
and I will smile and say "You."
If not for bitches, why would I be so evil?
If not for you bitches, why would I talk this way?
A word of advice, darlings.
Don't let me know that you hate me and if I do know, then the war begins.
hello! my name is joyce and i'm moderately short. i love a bit of mischief and i'm obsessed with volleyball.
i am tanned and i love sprinting because i can feel the wind brushing against my skin. i have semi-short hair and
i usually tie them up into a small bun with 1 kg of hairclips on my head. i am active in school and i hate exams. i love
choir and another long list of clubs i'm in. pure madness i know, but dont worry, i'm sane. i know 1 + 1 = 3, ok? call me a maths genius.
oh, i hate cockroaches and lizards. :)