First things first. My name is Vicky. I’m 17 years old, but people say I could pass as a twenty year old. One year away from buying beer in your eyes, woo! 

I have an extremely confusing family, and I’m not fond of my mother.

I try my best to be supportive, and I’m always willing to listen.

I love my boyfriend. I moved 800 miles just to live with him. 

I love Kurt Cobain slightly more than anyone should, and Nirvana is my favorite band. 

I hate people that say they love something, and can’t name anything about it. 

I cuss like a sailor, and waddle like a penguin when I’m passing through stores. 

I rate my burps, and I refuse to wear makeup. 

I don’t go anywhere without all my jewelry on. 

I hate being touched, and I hate berries. Except strawberries, strawberries are good. 

I love the smell of vanilla. No idea why. I have a tad over-obsession with Ancient Egypt, 
and the 1960’s. Like, ASDFGHJKL, I love the 1960’s. I think it was the best era, ever. 

If you were to classify me, you’d say I was a hippie, because of the way I dress, and my beliefs and morals.

I was born and raised Christian, but now that I’m older, I don’t believe in organized religion.

I can survive off Taco Bell, fries, and chicken sandwiches.

I’m extremely interested in psychology, but mostly the aspects of what makes you insane. 

I love researching about schizophrenia, and other paranoia disorders. 

I’m also into serial killers, and murders. Blood, guts, and gore are three of my interests.

My father died when he was too young. I was 14 when he passed, and it’s taken a toll on my life. 

I’m getting a tattoo dedicated to him, in his favorite color, with his favorite thing.

All together, I’m going to have about eight tattoos, and I can’t wait ‘till I’m old enough to start.

I draw. I read. I write. I love mustaches, and Mexican food. I’m a 60’s chick at heart, and I’m a Nirvana fanatic. Get to know me.