Stacy Peña

Watkins Mill High School

Class of 2011

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Stacy Peña - Class of 2011 - Watkins Mill High School

First Name	Stacy
Last Name	Peña
Graduation Year	Class of 2011
Gender	Female
Current Location	Silver Spring, Maryland
Hometown	Maryland City, Maryland
Relationship Status	Single
About Me	Stacy Gabriela Pena Watkins Mill Class Of Dat 11 Oovoo: Prince_mob Twitter @_StacyPena United States Navy Est; 1993 Like it or not. I accept it. Can you? I’m not straight-laced, and I don’t fit in a box. I’m not a perfect match for any stereotype you may hold. Try as you might, I just won’t fit. I’m pierced and I wear jewelry when I want to and leave it off when I don’t. I smile just because, and laugh to make you wonder. I dance to the song in my head just because I can. Doesn’t matter much to me, where I am or who may be watching. I sing along to every song I know, try to keep it in tune but I make no guarantees. I’m a writer and photographer. A musician and more. A lover. A friend. A sister. A child. Who knows what the future may have in store for me. I’m proud of who I am and aim to be proud of who I become. I expect to change. Life often forces this upon us. I hold my head high even when I stumble. You can’t learn to pick yourself up if you never let yourself fall. I am who I am because of where I’ve been and who I’ve known. So many people have helped shape who I am and I am grateful to all regardless of whether they caused me pain of happiness, I wouldn’t be me without them. Shaped and molded into the chaos, that is me. I’m coherent, but hard to understand. Stable, and yet off the wall. I laugh. I cry. I smile. I scream. I feel pain. I feel joy. I am unique, but not that different. I have a good head on my shoulders, but you may not understand my logic. I ask questions for curiosity and try not to fear the answers. I keep learning, trying new things, living life instead of just surviving. I love and am loved. I'll be damned if I let someone put me down other than myself. I've been through hell and back. I spill shit, trip and embarrass myself. I can't just flutter my eyes and get whatever the hell I want. My life is messed up, I've been through way more than you see on t.v. Nobody's perfect. I've been lied to, cheated on, and had my heart stolen. I've fucked up, been fucked up, and fucked people up. But every hit was worth it because I felt it. I knew it was real. Life is real. and I'm living it wrong everyday. I'm fucking up royally, and I do everything in reverse. But, will I regret one single thing? Never. Because at one point, what I did was what I wanted and I got my satisfaction from it. My life is mine and no bitches or immature people can fuck up for me anymore. I'm the real deal and I'd love to see you try and fucking break me. FYI: I'm not at the Disco, and I don't dance to Fall Out Boy. I don't mosh, I'm not "br00tal", so STFU. You won't get hit, if you talk shit. You're not a hustla/gangstah/gore, in your Hollister hoodie, or with your Hello Kitty stuffed animal. Last time I checked phobias weren't a good thing, and if they were bad enough, I do believe there is treatment. I don't need to take my clothes off to make friends, or steal a cel...(read more)