My name is Vanessa Elizabeth Hazel Keech. Call me Ness//Nessie//Sessy.
I’ve lived for 18 years, stand at 5’5”, comb dyed red hair and see through green/blue and yellow eyes.

I love true friends, animals, art, tattoos and piercings, hair, make-up, girls with a bit of meat on them, swearing, arguing, proving people wrong, going out, days off, video games, eating, talking, drinking, smoking, glitter, corsets, the sight of blood, English and Irish accents, reminiscing, time alone, staying up late and sleeping all day, shopping, my dirty mind, being kind, respect, cracking my joints, seeing music live, quoting things, cuddles and being a dickhead with the people who matter to me.

I loathe thieves, cheats and liars, being wrong, disappointing people, people that never eat, being sick, going to work, being betrayed, getting bubblegum in my hair, going out with no make-up, hurting myself, when someone stays in their comfort zone, drugs, broken hearts, being made fun of, being used, feeling lonely, bullying, being told you’re fat, letting bad things happen, changing for someone else, taking shit from someone and losing someone you can’t live without.

I fear cockroaches, vomit and being afraid; in that order.

I do paintings, and sometimes, people actually buy them.

I have 2 cats and 8 birds, and I love them more than you can imagine.

I have the most fun when I’m relaxing with my friends, really just doing nothing.

People often tell me that I should smile more.

Making others happy makes me happy. I would give my life to save almost anyone else’s, while I know that there are very few who would do the same for me.

It takes a lot for me to trust someone.

I often do or say the wrong things, but I try my best to make it better.

When I say “I’m sorry” I really do mean it.

When I say “I love you” I really do mean it.

Don’t take what I say for granted.

I honestly, for the life of me, cannot see why people must talk and bitch about others in order to please and satisfy themselves. I really do think people are stupid, but I can’t help but smile when I see people talking about me. Why? Because it makes me realise how lucky I am when the best thing they can do with their time is talk about me while I’m off enjoying life. I know I’m in their heads and under their skin; I really enjoy it.

Mess with my friends and you DIE.

I have facebook, and I use it a LOT. I have other social networking accounts, but I hardly ever use them. If you want to contact me, click here.

I am incredibly accident prone.

I’m not shallow, conceited or vain.

My life is far from glamorous, but I wouldn’t trade it. All the shit I’ve been through made me strong.

I’ve experienced more as a teenager than most people experience in a lifetime.

I believe everything happens for a reason.

And after all this, you still only know my name; not my story.