'Never was a girl with a wicked mind. Everything looks better when the sun goes down.' - The Pretty Reckless

Kayleigh bopping up here to tell ya a lil bit ’bout me. Okay, listen up. (I mean, read up. But that don’t sound right.) You’ve all got to know me. My real name ain’t Kayleigh, it’s ______. . . . . . . . well, wouldn’t you like to know. I’m 15-ish. I’m single and loving it. My species is human like everyone else but on this I’m a fallen angel. So, that was the basics.
I’m really random and weird. But you’ll get used to it. My friends like to joke that I’m bipolar (I’m not by the way.) but I’m just slightly crazy. I’m a bit of a tomboy. No, scratch that, I’m a total tomboy, although I like pink. (People tend to think that I’m not a tomboy because of that. But they’re wrong.) I grew up in an area surrounded by trees. So, I was always climbing them, making tree houses and playing with my friends in them. (I got lost a few times, but that’s sooo not the point.) I think that’s kinda what made me a tomboy. I was always hanging out with boys. Not the boys in my class because they were total idiots. I was hanging out with my big sister’s and brother’s mates and I kinda had to be tough around them because it was mostly boys. They played football (To those Americans, soccer.) all the time and I’m still scared to go near a ball. But that’s probably because every time I played I tended to get hit in the face. =P 
I’m sort of a wannabe emo. But maybe that’s just because I really like the style. Reading and writing is my passion. Music is my everything and I’m always singing or dancing. It tends to get on my mum’s nerves. I’m waiting for The One. The guy that’ll love me for everything, even my faults. Which is mostly my bipolar side. (Again, I’m not really bipolar.) When I grow up I wanna be like me. Kidding, I wanna be an author. I am by nature a loud, friendly, clumsy person. Some people usually think I‘m drunk but I really only drink at special occasions and even then I only have one bottle of blue WKD. I hate being tickled and people usually get injured when they do tickle me. The word cute does not relate to me at all, so don’t even try calling me that. I’m really sarcastic so don’t take offence. Okay, I wanna say some things about my besties (I don’t even know if that’s a word but it’s my word.) but I’ve took up enough space so I’ll just say one thing that’s on an icon and hopefully that explains them enough. My friends are the kind that if the house was burning down, they would be making smores and hitting on the firemen.
Well, that’s me! Peace out!