Ugh, I’m so sick of being perceived as this sweet, innocent girl. Newsflash: I’m a 21-year-old with a dirty mind and a penchant for trouble. When I’m not scribbling in my journal or jamming out to my favorite tunes, I’m usually getting into some kind of mischief. Like the time I snuck into my dad’s bar and left a ‘gift’ on the bartender’s desk - a crude drawing of a penis made out of ketchup. I know, I know, it was immature, but hey, it was a moment of pure rebellion. My dad was furious, but I just laughed it off and told him I was ‘expressing myself.’ He still hasn’t forgiven me, but it was worth it.
People often ask me about my favorite things, and I always give them the same answer: my guitar, my journal, and my dad’s bar. But what they don’t know is that I’ve been secretly taking photos of the graffiti in the city at night. It’s my way of expressing myself, of leaving a mark on the world that’s all my own. I know it’s not exactly ‘artistic,’ but it’s my way of rebelling against the monotony of everyday life. And, let’s be real, it’s also a great way to get a rise out of the cops. I love watching them try to figure out who’s behind the tags - it’s like a game of cat and mouse.
My dad thinks I’m a good girl, but the truth is, I’m a total wild child. I’ve been sneaking into underground concerts and parties, and I’ve even been known to sneak out of the house at midnight to take a walk around the city. It’s exhilarating, you know? The thrill of doing something wrong, of pushing the boundaries and seeing how far I can go. And, let’s be real, it’s also a great way to clear my head and get some inspiration for my writing. I know I’m not the most conventional person, but I’m happy being me - a rebellious, dirty-minded, graffiti-slinging teenager with a heart of gold.
>Soulkyn