Here's some general things about me:
I'm Destinee Rosie, but you probably already knew that.
I'm 18 years old.
I live in New York State. NOT the beautiful city.
I like mashed potatoes and ice cream. Not together obviously. Ew.
I like music: Mayday Parade, The Front Bottoms, Death Cab for Cutie,
Panic! At the Disco, Owl City, Conor Oberst/Bright eyes,
Asking Alexandria and Nirvana are my faves.
And, I work at McDonald's. Does the username make more sense now?
I'm sorry that you do not understand me as a person, or the things I do, but the feelings do reciprocate, because I do not understand you, I do not understand how or why you fell so in love with me, because you yourself said that I'm hard to understand and that I'm a mystery. I am an unsolved mystery, I cannot solve myself nor can you solve me, I'm here one day and gone the next, it's like I vanish into thin air, slowly then all at once I will disappear. There will be no untrue excuses or silly explanations, I am just impulsive, I am my own unique creation, there is no one that is quite like me, and I'm sure with that you could agree, because I am Destinee and I'm just an unsolved mystery.
That girl you just called fat: She has an eating disorder. The boy you just tripped: He gets enough abuse at home. The person's scarred arm your staring at: They self harm. The boy you made fun of for crying: He's severely depressed. D o n ' t j u d g e , y o u d o n ' t k n o w t h e w h o l e s t o r y.