(lol my old names gone...: Rosie Long wavy black hair,with purple streaks and isoften plaited, Skinny jeans,hoodies, Hazel eyes Shy,Athletic,friendly,Judges easily,sarcastic,loyal)
"I guess..." Running round leaving scars, Collecting your jar of heart tearing love apart.You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul
Ya miss I'm here,no need for the new girl stuff *Walks to the back and sits down flipping back my jet black hair bored as hell*