The day I was born, was the same day that I started to die. And now I'm just living my life. I'm not the girl that's made of sugar and spice and everything nice. I'm the girl that's made of sarcasm and wine and everything is fine. Some people like to play with matches around my paper heart, and sometimes they burn the edges right off. Bambi Baycliff, is what I might call a Conflicted Contradiction.She craves attention, but rejects it when it comes her way. She doesn't like herself, but yet she loves who she is. She says she doesn't care, but in reality she really does. She can't even figure herself out, so how will anyone else. She's just trying to get through life with as many bumbs and bruises as she can get. She's just looking for her mind, because it always seems to float away. And no this isn't a sappy love story with romance and heartbreak and infidelity. This story is about a girl who doesn't want help finding her way, because what's the fun in that. Oh and I'm a blogger .