My name is Sophia, you can call me So, its a nice and short name, don't butcher it. I'm 15 years young, feed me cake on March 7th. I can be your worst nightmare, your best friend, or your soulmate. If you are rude to me, I am your best friend. I will kill you with kindness. I got my own beleifs and values. but we all have the bad things in life. Mine justhappens to be that I live in a foster home, I have since I was 4 years old. I'm into playing video games, drawing, and dancing, spending time with special people, taking pictures, laughing so hard I cant breathe, smiling till my cheeks hurt, deep meaningful convos, and smirnoff booze. One of my biggest aspirations in life is to meet as many people as possible. And though the internet is clearly the easiest way to achieve that, its not always the safest either. I enjoy watching movies, a good moshpit, taking naps, thunderstorms, and walking outside at night. I hate the generation I live in, No one is happy, and kind to each other, and everyone looks and acts the same. Is it really that hard to be your own person nowadays? I love meeting people who are outgoing and interesting. I burp, I swear, I spit, I have disgusting awkward thoughts, I'm extreamly sexist, I spend way to much time on the computer, and I dont always know what to say or talk about. At the risk of sounding naive, and immature, I have found myself falling in love with someone who is quite amazing. I tend to over think alot of things and im often depressed. I'm 5'3" which is your average 15 year old. Im pierced x8, I have my bellybutton, Nose, && 6 Ear piercings, I'm soon to have my tounge, and monroe. Anyway The point is, you should talk to me. We can be friends, and stuff. But most of all always remeber, Live easy Party Hard because we all only live once, and lifes just to short.

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Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground. The worst thing you could get from boys was cooties. Mom was your hero and the little boy who was in ur kindergaten class was the boy you were going to marry. Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest. War was a card game. The only drug you knew of was cough medicine & wearing skirts didn`t mean you were a slut. The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was skinned knees & the only things that can get broken were your toysLife was simple and care free, but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up.Remember when .. friends didnt lie to you, and the worst thing anyone ever called you was a meanie.Remember when, you were judged on how nice you wereAnd how you only wanted to hear,"i love you" from your mom?Well, now friends barely tell you the truth,girls will call you a ton of things that will make you want to break down and cry.Now your judged on how expensive your clothes are,and you`d give up every single time your mom ever told you how she loved you, just to hear him say it