I'm just another member of Myspace, most likely no more interesting than the person you visited before me.
I write, I draw, I sing, I cry, I bleed, I sleep, and occasionally I eat. I love, I have loved, I will love. I hate, I have hated, I will hate once again. I am human, I am female...
Like most people these days I've had a problem with depression. I've tried medication, but it only made me feel numb, so I decided to work on it on my own, and guess what? It worked. I'm perfectly happy, and absolutely in love with everything.
I have a mother who rules with an iron fist, though she does what she does out of love and for my own good. She is my best friend and I adore her. I don't know where I would be without her.
I have a father who claims he loves me, but has never done anything to prove it. However, his laugh is contageous, and I adore the way his face turns beet red when he giggles. He can be a monster, but, deep down, he's an amazing man, and I love him, despite everything.
I have a younger sister who loves me dearly and looks up to me. I think she is the most interesting brat I've ever known and I love her to bits.
I adore and am adored by so many amazing people i can hardly believe it.
The ring on my hand is worn with the Heart pointing in; Body, Mind, and Soul.
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I see: An apple. Poisoned..? Perhaps.
I need: to sleep
I find: impatience
I want: to find such confidence
I have: so much to offer
I wish: i hadn't hurt as many people as i have.
I love: loving and being loved
I hate: that I have it within me to hate.
I miss: simple black&whites
I fear: losing faith in myself
I feel: so content.
I hear: "She's pleased that he is pleased,
and he's pleasured by the depth of her pleasure,
and it's pleasure,
it's all pleasure like his groan;
that was an audial caress
inspiring from her a little less hesitance
and a little more wantonness
in the tongue, texture laps
and the parting of her lips to take him into her..."
Mouth by MirrorForTheSun
I smell: sandlewood incense
I crave: light-heartedness
I search: for courage enough for my truths
I wonder: how this will go
I regret: Nothing. it's made me who i am, and i happen to fancy her.