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Chels

Play this girl a Love song...

About Me

What can I say really? I vary on how I feel about myself on a daily basis, which is why I've put off writing in this stupid little box. I make alot of mistakes, don't judge me for being me. I want to be a writer but will never be profound enough. I Live for music, mostly lyrically, but I rarely know the names or artists who play the songs I like. I have a really terrible memory. I hate baths, deception, and eating. I sometimes really want to be anywhere but where I am, and yet can't bring myself to really want to leave at the same time. I used to hate cats. My best friend in the world made me love them. I don't think I really know myself as well as I pretend to.. Or I guess like to think that I do. One thing is absolute in my world though, If you are of the opposite sex, don't even bother trying, you'll just be wasting your time.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Someone who can figure me out?

My Blog

Just Like.

Like the seven wonders of the world were missing all their wonder, Like a flash of rain and lightening, but lacking in the thunder. Like a half a pair of perfect shoes to go with that perfect dress,...
Posted by Chels on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 02:24:00 PST

The Teddybear and The Doll

Once upon a time you see Through a door just past the stair,In a dark forgotten cornerOf the playroom lay a bear.She was only made of cloth and thread,A simple work of art,You could see where&nbs...
Posted by Chels on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 03:17:00 PST

Blurred.

The line between wanting.. And needing... Is blurred. And I can't Imagine life without you.   The line between friendship... And something more... Is smeared. And I can't tell just where it i...
Posted by Chels on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 02:29:00 PST

Black Nail Polish.

Finally, it's dark enough. Three coats and they glisten a shiny piercing black. I love black nail polish. Even if the rest of me hides my insides, my nails put it out in full view. Dark. Black. It'...
Posted by Chels on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 03:44:00 PST

My Shoes.

So many different paths to walk yet im Drawn to the one untravelled, And I reach a point after a thousand steps Where my laces come unravelled. I'm forced to stop and to look around after So long wa...
Posted by Chels on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 02:35:00 PST

Barbie Bitch.

How well you think you know me. Passing your trite little judgements like your a fucking God. I loathe how you grin.. so slightly.. so knowingly. The carbon copy image of what society bestows as "P...
Posted by Chels on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 04:22:00 PST

Remembering Her.

It was over. Broken and aching she lay on the floor by the bed they had shared. The flood of tears dripped from her face in hot torrents. Her body racked with sobs, bursting forth from within her.. t...
Posted by Chels on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 04:15:00 PST