ilonaamay;♥ home add message pictures blog add comment view comments friends block I'm better.
I've become someone I cannot control,my mind is something I cannot predict or comprehend.I was once perfect and innocent,but now I fear for the worst.
Are you uncomfortable yet?
I am nothing like you've seen before,I am out of reach.I am what they call genuine.I am eccentric, creative, original, unique.I am forsaken,belligerent.I am a ship wreck,and the reason for the destruction is evidently my fault.
Hate it or love it,watch it or unplug it.
I like things out of the ordinary,I like blood,death,gore.Things that are probably morbidly disturbing to you,would fascinate me.For you can judge me all you want,call me every single name you can think of.Go ahead you illiterate fuck,enlighten me with what you've got.I will just laugh at your desperation to go on noticed.You think calling me such horrid names affect my life,and bring me down.It shows how dense you are.I know I am better then you,and I'll just keep laughing.
"What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger"
Religion=CTRL+ALT+DELETE
To me,there's no purpose for religion.I as a fully alive human being understand there is a point to life and death.But for one,I do not understand believing in something you are being fed,and forced upon learning."God" is a man made creature made for comfort.I am very pessimistic,and it hasn't made my life any more difficult.Life is full of obstacles,and long rides.You just have to deal with it,and live with the fact no body has it better then you.
I am upfront,blunt,obnoxious,rude,honest.Can't handle it?Easy.Don't add me,or bother talking to me.
You're nothing but a puppet on a string.You will not compare to my friends. You simply will never understand.
(L)
For any other concern my email is:
[email protected]'s be friends;
I am willing to be friends with anyone,if you:
1)Can start a descent conversation.
2)Have the same music interest as me
3)Can spell,know how to speak French/English
4)Are not a complete moron.
5)Are attractive in some way.
6)Are in the same area as me.
7)Seem interesting.
8)Can hold my interest.
8)Are not a back stabber.
9)Don't aggravate me.
10)Know how to keep your mouth closed.
11)Can make me laugh.
12)Are trustworthy.
13)Are nothing but yourself.
My loves♥
My tops
+Ashlee Reasbeck.
+Jaimie Poffley.
+Dennis Jones.
+Sara Spooner.
+Josh Labelle.
+Lindsay StOnge.
+Codey McKessock.
+Alysha Mills.
+Amber Allinson.
+Lauren Frappier.
+Brock Williams.
The fam-jam
+Cassandra Huber.
+Jennifer Huber.
+Jonathan Huber.
+Kaitlyn Huber.
+Tyler Beaulne.
Ily♥
(C) layout credit The Perks Of Being A Wallflower(L)
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year that Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.