Hi, Bribri here probably already know my name is Bri----. Sorry don't give out info online. Listen, I'm young but definitely NOT dumb I have an education. My heritage is Trinidad and Tobago, Barbados, Jamaica, and Indian (not Native American either). You know what that means a lot of spicy food, except for my Jamacian side we don't mess with that. Anyways I say what I mean although I tend to sugarcoat a lot but listen I certainly think what I think and don't care if you don't like it, it's how I feel and NO ONE on this green earth can change that. After all you reap what you sow. This is not a fake description at all this is my heart my soul. I'm not hear to deal with stress have enough already. I can't take constant rumors, or people saying I'm ghetto, I try to be, somehow it works. THIS IS ABOUT TO GET SAD SO SKIP NOW IF YOU WANT MY JUICY SECRETS. I understand I'm loud but I don't have a lot to say I just don't how to say it. So I yell I scream whatever it takes, people think I'm rude and bossy they think I have no feelings I do I just protect them, because inside I'm really broken. One day I will finally crack, my guts will spill, I will no longer be able to hold it in, I'm not suicidal I just will break and when I do get out of my way because I won't be able to hold back, to take all the crap of the world (the people I meet). You think I'm funny I try to be making everyone else's pain go away while I slowly rot, while I slowly die inside. When I'm laughing I'm crying inside hoping somehow the pain will go away, sometimes it does. I'm your stereotypical sensitive girl I cry when I'm upset or can no longer hold it in. People  insult me nonstop I act like I could care less but really it eats me up inside knowing I could've done something so bad or wrong that you would talk about me; behind my back and when it surfaces that doesn't get me, the fact that your negativity was pin-pointed against me is what really hurt. This is my life. Not to be rude, but FOLLOW ME.