"You almost feel ashamed, that someone could be that important, that without them, you feel like nothing."

­­Hi there. My name's Zoey Mae, or Zoey, Z, ZoZo. Or, if you prefer it, Zoomy the Zamboni Machine. I'm quirky, energetic, and very wordy for a sixteen-year-old. My music taste is pretty warped. I love all different kinds of music: Alternative, Rock/Punk, occasionally Metal, Pop, Rap [only Eminem, usually] and sometimes I even get my Enya on. As for books, I'm a little more conceited on my picks. Usually, I'm only interested in books that have something to do with the Paranormal, Action/Adventure, and Romance. Or Paranormal Romance Action. Okay. That sounded so wrong. Anyways. I really can't describe myself all in one paragraph. I'd like you to get to know me personally—through comments or messages, before you do any judging. Or, better yet, don't judge at all.

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Oh please. Even my hair isn't straight. c;
There's supposed to be a big paragraph of love here. Something sweet and loving, so tender that it makes all the other couples jealous. Right? Well. I'm unfortunately not good with words at all when it comes to my lovie. She leaves me speechless in the best sort of way, but I get so damn frustrated when I can't say how amazing she is. So, I shall try. I think if her every day. A lot, several times, numerous times, a lot of times, each day, every day. She's such a little mind-invader. She's sweet and loveable, laughable, cuddleable, huggable, adorable, sweetable, and mineable. Remember when I said I was very wordy? I bet you're damn jealous of my wordage right now. But that is not my point. My girlfriend is the best. I say that out of opinion, but it may as well be a fact. She takes away my doubt, and she makes me think of better days. She's like my own personal gorgeous ray of sunshine. I love her.    ­ //. { O8. O8. 11. } ♥

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