I'm Natalie Cintron 1. natalie - A sweet compassionate girl that finds the beauty in everything. She is always willing to give a helping hand. Everyone loves her as soon as they meet her. Tends to be very sexy and confident. I strut wiff' Chris <3! &,I like to play with my bbyhandz, c: 15/Taken c: Teach me how to play drums, I'll love yew forever, c: Trust, faith, and confidence are things I need, and don't have. I can be a smart girl, but I choose to do stupid things. Which jeopardize things, and people in my life. Everything's finally looking up, and turning around. I'm pretty satisfied with life atm. My outlook on things, are different then most people I know. I enjoy, the company of my friends. Though, don't have many I trust. I picked up writing recently, I'm pretty good. i'm in the process of writing poetry. there's one thing, that bothers me the most. Whenever people say "you're mama", to me. I don't have any problem giving you something you deserve. I mostly worry about other people being happy, rather than myself. Which, I should really stop doing so much. I think I'm too big, for my age, and height. My self esteem is horrible. And I don't get along with most people. Feel free, to chat. Maybe we can get somewhere. c: I'm deciding to make smart decisions, from here on out. I'll gut you dry, because beauty baby, only means anything to the eye. Call me anything you'd wish; say anything you'd like to say about me. I'll just laugh, for the fact that you're saying it behind my back. Your words/opinions don't bother me, so have your fun trying to push my buttons. I'm waiting for that one person to prove me wrong, to show me they're nothing like other people. Seems impossible, but nothings impossible to me. Chances are, I'm not who you want me to be. Chances are, I'm going to do things, that you don't approve of.. Chances are, I'm not who you expected me to be. Chances are, I'm not the best person around. I'm me, that's that. You're not going to change it. We never grew out of, this feeling that we won't give up. Oh btw; I luh'v Dayton more than you, gtfoi. (: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference