Eyes that peirce the soul

I color my converse and write on my shoes.
I wear skinny jeans.
I wear a car seat-belt belt.
I wear T-shrits and love the beatles.
My dogs that died are in my locket.
I cut my hair short when I cut it.
My eyes are messed up.
My hair has it's natural color.
And I didn't do a thing on photoshop to this.

Fact: I'm proud of him for going into the navy, but I don't want to lose him. I don't know what I would do if I lost him.