there once was a girl named december and she was cold inside. december never had pride in herself, she always laid it in the hands of other who felt as if was important for her to live by the bystanders. december never found who she truly was. she didn't need the acceptance of others in order to be accepted, everything she ever needed or wanted was right inside, however. she never discovered the true talented she had. the moral to this story is..... well damn isn't it obvious.

That was good.

she had to learn not 2 give people that much power.... ahem
never be afraid 2 speak ya mind, the only truth there is
we have yet to find the truth within , but there's no sense in talking to people ]
who only look at the world with one eye

Wanna exchange t-shirts?

Hi! I'm September

My neighbour's called June.

Although, it could be Jane.

Actually..my mum's name is April...her sister..my aunt..her name is June.