I love music, it's my life! I love haning out with my friends, boyfriend, and going to shows!I have very strong beliefs and morals, so I'll keep fighting until my voice is heard.If you've read this far, keep going, I'm proud of you.I love the darker things in life, if you haven't figured that bit out yet.My boyfriend Keith is the best thing that has ever happened to me! Not only has he inspired me, but he has filled me with every bit of faith that I thought had been lost. He resurrected a part of me that was once dead. I can barely express my utter love for him as person. He is my motive. My drive. My spirit. Everything to bring out the radiance of my existance. There is nothing in this world that I can be more thankful for.I have little time for dimwitted fools. If you pester me, I'll deluge you with witty sarcasm.I honestly don't like many people in today's world, you're all too fucking generic.I'm very mature and cultured for my age so don't patronize me, thanks.I crave the taste of originality.Make a great impression and I'll love you forever... maybe.I'm NOT like those other girls. THIS IS TO ALL THE FAKE BITCHES OUT THERE WHO LOOK DOWN AT ME BECAUSE I LOOK BEAUTIFUL IN A DIFFERENT WAY:They choose you because you're easy to come by and a quick high. They choose you in larger masses because you're safer and relenting and can be taken in larger doses. They choose you because you're easy on the mind and none too thick in solution. They choose you because you're closer to home and not much different than all the rest of them. They choose you because you're cheap.For all those reason, they [don't] choose me. For all those reasons, they hear my goddamn name and they run. Talk in whispers. Mention it muffled because their cupped hands and warn one another "no seriously don't fuck with that".They [don't] choose me because I'm easy to find but hard to obtain.They [don't] choose me because I'm more than a minor addiction and have a tenyearshelflife of an aftertaste.They [don't] choose me because I'm incurable once inflicted.They [don't] choose me because I'm impossible to turn your back on.They [don't] choose me because everything else is a fivecent high afterwards.Filler.Echo.Copy.Lifted.Dilluted.A waste.They [don't] choose me, and when they do, they don't talk about it. Can't talk about it. They [don't] choose me, but when they do it's the nervosa of shakes that whisper out their mouths on the subject. They [don't] choose me, but when they do they know how special and few they are.So let them come and let them choose you, because they can't handle me.Tomorrow I'll be wearing your skin to perfect it...My life is just another reminder that I'm the reason teenage girls shove their fingers down their throats and little boys question their sexuality.Because unlike every other bitch on this myspace.com hype, I prefer being under the floor with the worms while you all crash around in the ten inch stilletos you don't need, tripping all over one another's bullshit that drags as far behind you as your fake faces. I like being solitary and refined. I like people passing over me when my face isn't on. Unlike all the angstmonger kiddie-hoppers on myspace, I mean it when I say I COULD CARE LESS and that I am ONLY HERE TO SCREAM MY OPINIONS and I could really GIVE A SHIT LESS IF IT MATTERS TO YOU.THEY care because they need the hits, the friends, the name that rides currents. They need to be part of the radiowaves that bring anyone else to attention. They need people to turn their heads when they say the same thing everyone else does in the same voice with the same face and in the same $60 pants that were worn in by the same asian kids getting paid the same bum change in the same factory living the same miserable fucking life.You didn't buy those clothes at a fucking thrift shop. Your idea of vintage is a boy scout shirt complete with badges you never earned nor even understand the symbols of on fucking sale for $99.50, cause the halfbuck is so much less when you don't care where your mommy and daddy's credit card is used. Parading in Prada when you're so fucking punk and XXXtothefuckingCORE that you'll damn the system and bitch when your sister's pants rip at the seam because YOUR ASS DOES NOT FIT, UGLYSCENEBOY.I am DEEPER than you think.If you would like to contradict me, I'm game.I can most likely figure you out within 5 minutes of having a conversation with you.I hunger to be an obstruction of your mind.I thirst for you to figure me out.You have now entered my masquerade.You can uncover your facade.I believe myself to be genuine and I would never betray the ones I love.I value my family and those who are REAL.I like to be fascinated by the anomalous.I am constantly thinking and I love to write poetry.I have Loved... Lost... and Learned.The three things that every soul should feel.I yearn for those that put a smile on my face.I crave for the one that will give to me what I will give back.I do not belong in anyone's Virus.Satisifaction is found on my own.Don't Lust for what you See...Desire what you know.Truth and love are my law and worship; Form and conscience are my manifestation and guide; Nature and peace are my shelter and companion; Order is my attitude; Beauty and perfection are my attack.
The Love of My Life!The creative person, the person who moves from an irrational source of power, has to face the fact that this power antagonizes. Under all the superficial praise of the 'creative' is the desire to kill. It is the old war between the mystic and the nonmystic, a war to the death.Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.Within every person is the ambition and drive to continue on; to show the world or simply themselves that they can and will make it.Every person has this power within their collection of dreams and goals, wants and needs.Those who break free from the containment of laziness, self-pity and darkness can reach their untapped potential.It’s a shame that so many will never escape from that cage. Many will give up before they could see what they might have accomplished.But that very reason is what gives even more importance to the strong people who strive onwards. They become role-models to those without the courage to stand up and take opportunity by the reins.
And those my dear friends, are words to live by, no matter who you are....