I’m going to fucking change this.
Hi, I'm Kenzie. I like music and laughing.
Ask, I guess.
I have a slight addiction to minty gum and caffeine.
I have silly pointless dreams that will never come true.
Do I want to throw up due to being sick or due to having such extreme guilt and anxiety?
Cute guys who buy you Taco Bell after your music rehearsal. Cute guys who surprise you with a gorgeous notebook because you are sick. Cute guys who talk you out of anxiety attacks. Cute guys who sneak kisses everywhere. Cute guys who respect you. Cute guys who support your accomplishments.