Dazzy is really Lindsey Goolsby. A girl born in a small town to unwealthy parents who worked their asses off everyday just for us to survive, only to have their daughter grow up and disappoint them both. I have no job, no car, and no life. I've gone through numerous relationships because I fall too hard too fast. I started smoking at 16 because my daddy told me not too. Started weed because I decided to hang out with the wrong people because my parents told me not to. The entire time I was in school I was picked on for being poor, fat, ugly, blah blah blah...I was depressed so I ate, and because I ate, I got bigger. I lost my virginity to a fucker who said he loved me. Fell in love with the biggest asshole on earth, who I should've known to avoid because he was virginity-taker's BEST FRIEND...Lost him to a nasty whore because I let him fuck her. The next two years were hell because I was heartbroken, stupid, and believed he'd come back. Got over that, started dating again...Every relationship since has been a disaster...It's been love, lose, love, lose, love, lose...It has caused me to shut down and not trust near as easy as I used to or open up fully to the people who DO MATTER. I can't hold a job because I have a bad attitude and a 'fuck the world' demeanor...I hate authority. I hate snobby whores...And I hate conceited people even though I'm not conceited, I'm convinced...I could have any man I wanted...IF I WANTED ONE. I have one, and God knows I love him, but sometimes I want to ring his neck. I've lost friends due to the fact that I'm bisexual, and been disowned by family because I'm stubborn and refuse to take advice or confide in them BECAUSE THEY ALL HAVE BIG MOUTHS. I've been a drug addict for over three years, and I've decided it's time to grow up. I'm clean now. Have been for months. Don't care who knows...I've made mistakes, but hell, maybe I like being imperfect. I drive too fast, wear too much makeup, and don't always say excuse me when I burp. I prefer to say "That was sexy!" People love my sense of humor, but they don't realize it's a cover up for the fact that I'm depressed. I'm nowhere near the life I dream of, and it'll take forever to get to where I want to be. I feel so pathetic because my friends live in this fuckin computer...I laugh to hide my pain. I push people away that try to help me because many before have given up...So please guys, don't give up on me yet...One day, you'll see me on the big screen somewhere...and I promise, I won't forget any of you.
<3 Dazzy
