Autumn Nicole [SE] - ProfilesArchive

About Me

HE GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES. <3 i'm not shallow. i'm just a very visual person - looks are important to me. i'm addicted to beauty.
i've been called UGLY so many times, i have no confidence to speak of. ..i deny most of the friend requests i get. my standards are so high, it's bordering on obscene. i'm not antisocial: i have social anxiety disorder.i hate talking on the phone. i express myself best on myspace, when i'm typing & not talking to someone in person. i'm 18 & i've never had a boyfriend. i want my bed to smell like someone other than me. i like to stay up late, mindlessly searching the internet for answers. i'm related to pete doherty. i'm a punk-mod hybrid. i wish i was special, so fucking special. i believe in music like some people believe in fairy tales. i hate when people automatically assume i'm innocent, because of the way i look: LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING. i'm actually a very sexual person. i've always been the weird, quiet girl who no one ever really sees. i'm not afraid of dying. i'm just afraid of dying alone. people make me feel ugly. i'm a proud vegetarian. yes, i wear vintage. i'm okay with being different, though it gets lonely sometimes. i love skin-tight neon-coloured skinny jeans.man, i wish i was beautiful. then i wouldn't feel so unloved. i wish that i could just fly away. i'm the most sensitive person you'll ever meet. i have so much to say. no one ever listens. i will always have a 'thing' for George Harrison. the day a boy gives me flowers, will be the day i fall in love. i listen to records, the big, black round things. the current generation disgusts me. i'm not
like all these other perfect girls on myspace, i know. if you hunt, or in other words, kill animals senselessly, we will NOT get along. i have no tolerance for ignorance. i dream in colours so bright, my eyes water in my sleep. i write poetry because the words just come out. i have a weakness for attractive men with guitars.
& this man's voice.
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i've always put down girls who looked like barbies. you know the type - the perfect, plastic looking girls with the even tans, bleached hair, & massive amounts of silicone...the kind of girls that...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 01:56:00 GMT

i’ve been dazed and confused for so long.

i think i'm in love. i've denied it for so long, but i think it has to be love. it's been so strong, for such a long time. i have butterflies not just in my stomach, but all over my insides. it feels ...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 19:43:00 GMT

things i’m tired of:

BEING ALONE. never being happy. not having a life. not having any friends. feeling unloved & unwanted. my face. my body. my hair. how i act around attractive guys. how i act around people in gener...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 19:15:00 GMT

lilac wine is sweet & heady, wheres my love?

so, for the first time in god knows how long, i have no specific object of affection. & yet, instead of feeling liberated, i feel more miserable than ever. i suppose it's the bane of our spec...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 17:01:00 GMT

i'm wondering who could be writing this song.

i was looking through all my old journals the other day out of pure boredom. these are little poems/lyrics that i found to be interesting. oddly, i have no memory of writing the majority of this. crys...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Aug 2006 22:07:00 GMT

i don't care if the sun don't shine.

i used to write little poems/letters to George Harrison in my journal. this is one of them. the sun decided not to be dead today. it shed it's yellowness onto all that lay beneath it. and we had to sh...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 20:59:00 GMT

my hair's on end about you.

standing on a hillswaying like a poppybirds brighttrees ripei see youyou can't see meher golden hair shineslike a keylittle gnome cries in a petalsky driftseyes liftwaving my armsi call to youlost in ...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 18:31:00 GMT

black is black.

black is not a colour. it's not an absense of colour. it is what our eyes see when all the colours and patterns and textures blend together, forming a never-ending hole that has no shape, no form. it ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 22:15:00 GMT

i sit and watch as tears go by.

i've always wondered what it would feel like to cry underwater. would it feel like nothing? would it hurt less, replacing my tears with bath water? i'd probably cry the whole tub of water out my eyes ...
Posted by on Fri, 26 May 2006 20:55:00 GMT