Hi. I'm Amy. I'm twenty two. I like lots of stuff. Awkward silences. Smiling at strangers. Drunken heart to hearts. Dancing and not giving a fuck what you look like. Happy people. Sad people. Kind people. Horrible people. All kinds of people.
I’ve lived with my grandparents since I was thirteen. I was kicked out of my mothers home by her ex-boyfriend. He always was a twat and my mother only realised this when I was sixteen. I’m happy here and I’m extremely close to both of my grandparents. That’s not to say I don’t see/love my mum. I see her everyday and she’s my best friend.
I nearly died when I was five months old because I had a blood disease called Kawasaki which affected my blood and heart. I was in hospital for nearly three months and got better. However, to this day I have a phobia of hospitals and needles/blood. y u c k.
I met The Chuckles Brothers when I was five at Butlins and still remember to this day.
My dad knocked my two front teeth out by swinging me round. He put me down, i was still dizzy and fell face first into a table. The clumsiness has stuck with me.
I can’t throw anything out that means something to me. Books, photographs, trinkets, clothes etc. I’m a hoarder.
I’m addicted to charity shops. I’m glad it’s become cool to shop in them now. Not that I cared before like.
I’m born and bread in Teesside, and I hate it. I’m not proud of being from here it’s a pretty dull and disgusting place to live. I’m not staying here for the rest of my life. No way in hell.
I don’t think things through before I say them. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes not as funny.
I have two tattoos. You can only see one of them the majority of the time, the other one is in a secret place oooo.