About Jules

 About Jules. 



I am caring, compassionate, and loyal to my friends. I am a redhead, so I can be a hothead sometimes. I am fiercely protective and always looking out for my friends. I am honest to a fault and get angry on my friends' behalf even when they won't be. For, I am very protective. I hate fakes and go through life head first regardless of the outcome. I take an interest in everyone I meet and try to make them happy, even at the cost of my own sanity.

11/22/2006
(18 years 2 months; 6657 days) Jules Terry 

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