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About Me

My postsecret.
ap·a·thy/[ap-uh-thee]
–noun,
1. absence or suppression of passion, emotion, or excitement.
2. lack of interest in or concern for things that others find moving or exciting.
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"When you understand that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore.
When you realize the story you're telling is just words, When you can crumble it up
and throw your past in a trashcan, Then we will figure out who you're going to be."
-Chuck Palahniuk

I think in cursive, and speak softly. I'm postmodern, preordained, paranoid, and presumptuous. I'm an anxious nervous wreck, waiting to steal your glances. I'm a fully loaded narcissist, screaming in syntax. I live my life strategically irrational on a double standard. I have a mild case of morbid retrospection as well as ornithophobia. I constantly drag my feet, and I despise it. I'm an existentialist to the absolute max. I carefully make impressions and judgments through observation. I have a tendency to think before I speak, And I don't feel sympathy for others. Your opinions are welcomed, but highly irrelevant, because the only standards that will ever matter happen to be my own.
In case you didn't know i'm Cassie,
a one girl brigade spreading cancer plague.

My Interests


Open hearted as a heart can be
'Cause we all a ruin like broken leaves
I give you me in oceans of tears up to my knees
Stitched together like pants and sleeves
I carry this carapace worn thin by he and she
Danced to dust and dusk and strung along the highway
I found my way belligerent following the stars of your eyes

Promise me you'll cherish
This tarnished offering

You WILL NOT compare to him.
My brother, My life, My partner in crime.
The best is my best.


When the world seems to be falling apart, he makes everything better. There are no words to describe how thankful I am to have him in my life. I love my brother more than anyone will ever understand. Our bond is like nothing you've ever seen. We're inseparable.

We're the fox and the hound.

Status
Wosk and Cashie.
I need your grace to remind me, to find my own.
♥ ♥ ♥

I'm not interested in you.
He's perfect.


My Woss, My dragon, My lover, My husband,
My main man, My best friend, My everything basically.

I've found my other half, The one I need to function. I've found why I was born, I've found my purpose. It's to teach this boy that love really does exist, And to be able to let him feel it. I don't know anyone more than him who deserves to recieve the feeling of love. He gives me butterflies, He makes me feel invincible, He's gave me a reason for being alive when I wanted to die, He's became the reason I exist. I want to spend my life with you, And I'm so sure of it. You came into my life, You became my life, And I'll never let you leave my life.

I wanted forever, And he is where it starts.

BTW
If you talk dirty to him, You'll probably fucking die.
Keep your nasty, hussie paws off mah man.
THANKS BITCH.

I apologize to anyone who hasn't found happiness yet. And I apologize to those that are trying to steal other peoples' happiness. I pity you. I'm a very jealous person, And i'm working on that. However, I can't help but get sick to death of all of you under-age scene girls and your fucking 'lolz, we shud catch up sumtime, cum visite me' and 'omgz ur so hawt' bullshit. And no, it doesn't make you any less of a whore if you acknowledge he has a girlfriend. And ex-girlfriends that treated him like shit and are now all of a sudden trying to get back into his life make me want to vomit. If you didn't appreciate him while you two were together then why on Earth should you have the chance to do so now. You tramps make me sick.

I'd like to meet:

click for lolacaust

You've been topped!
If you think you should be on here, Holla at a bitch.


Who i'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet people who can appreciate my hampster cheeks. :)
People with real hair and real eyebrows would be nice for a change.
Anyone who can properly and successfully pop lock and drop it.
Oh, and alcoholic extroverts of course!

I obviously love them a lot.
The sexy mexy's.

My Molly
I've never met someone who made me love life more than her.

The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow
Hate today, no love for tomorrow


And these are the only two boys I need in my life.
They are obviously the best things this world has to offer.
You won't even come close to them.
Wosk and Bwock ♥

Music:


Resilient.

I'm working on this new thing called self control.

Heroes:


Mommy and Uncle Robert.
The strongest most beautiful people I know.

As some of you may know, My uncle Robert Horton was in a severe car accident while driving his wrecker in New Waverly, Texas on March 5, 2007. He was severely injured and was life-flighted to Memorial Herman Downtown. He has undergone four major brain surgeries and other numerous procedures. He also has many other injuries. He is in a coma and has not been conscious since the accident. Unfortunately, He has no medical insurance and his bills are at one million dollars right now, And he still has a long road ahead of him. My family has been told that they are about to see the ugly side of medicine. Without insurance, It is going to be a fight to get him the proper medical rehabilitation and care that he will need once his status changes from critical to rehabilitation.
The benefit went really well and I would really like to thank everyone who came out, But we are still no where near reaching our goal. So if you would still like to donate, Donations can be sent to:
The Robert Horton Benefit
1501 Roberson Rd.
Conroe, TX 77301

Romeo Wayne Banuelos and his mother.

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My postsecret

Maybe one day you'll understand, That part of me died along with the man that I hit.Maybe not, I don't expect you to understand. ...
Posted by &vagina; on Tue, 08 May 2007 06:59:00 PST