I am 19 years old. I live with a Jack Russell dog in my apartment. I dropped out of school twice and worked a lot the entire previous year. I left my job for health reasons and am now looking for myself. At first glance, shy and modest, but when I become comfortable with a person, I begin to behave more openly, joke, laugh loudly, tease and give full rein to my actions.

I love music, dancing, enjoying myself, looking at myself in the mirror, I love shooting videos, especially editing, creating a beautiful picture. Dressing up, putting on makeup, taking care of yourself, masks and baths, it's all about me

I don't like routine, caviar, the smell of cigarettes. I don’t like it when they tell me what to do, or when they reproach me and my actions, pointing out that I am a woman. I hate dorks and people with outdated opinions who don't understand or accept other opinions and try to aggressively influence another person's opinion to change. I'm afraid of aggressive people, when people get angry and shout. Panic immediately sets in.

The first and most obvious thing that catches my attention is my curly hair. They are mine. No curls. Real ones. At first I didn’t accept them and wanted to straighten them, but then I realized how attractive they were and accepted myself. I have tattoos, two so far, but I want to get almost my entire body. The first tattoo is an inscription on the ribs in English, a line from my favorite song, it became a catchphrase for me that perfectly personifies me and my life

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