i am Tchoua. the "T" is silent. i hate it when my name is called out and that person doesn't know how to say it. i don't blame them. but i just love it when its correct out of someones mouth. unless i'll have to correct them. and then they say "what?" because i don't talk loud enough. and then i resay it until theyve got it. part of thats my fault but still. i'll strangle you if you pronounce that wrong. jk. don't call me rad. obviously its not true. don't be jealous of my artistic abilities. you'd be really stupid if your jealous of me. cuz theres really no reason to be jealous. i love to draw. i draw everywhere. anywhere. anytime. i hate coloring. i like to draw realistic stuff. i draw what i look at. if bored=x. im 10x. i'd do anything for cheese. its part of my daily foods. mac&cheese 3 times a day is wow. i fell in love with velveeta. chicken and cheese sandwich is my afterschool snack. i need a new hairstyle. just because i like new hair. music is my oxygen. i've gone through a day without music. it was hell. saying the word "disasterrific" is facetious. even though its not a word. "asphyxiate" is also facetious. lets make ourselves a band. making me lead singer is a tough choice. we should teleport to Europe. your rad if you have a british accent. i love the mall. especially when i meet/see people i know. lets meet up there and take some myspace pics. I don't consider myself tall or short. both aren't true. depending on the comparison. saliva is my weapon. i've tested it. it really works. i get high off the smell of cut grass and i'll never forget it. i don't stand out in a crowd. no one will notice me. i like to be independant. i've been self-teaching myself piano. playing some songs from the net. im quite improving. working on "Breathe No More - Evanescence". i've sworn on my mother's head. im glad she's still alive for me to be able to. im allergic to uglyness. achoo. bless me. i wanna stop time and then draw on your face. my laughing is destructive. i start chuckling in the middle of a funny story cuz i know the funny parts coming. once it comes. i start laughing my head off. in the process i'll be slamming into the floor, pounding with my hands. this'll take about as long as approximately 2 minutes or more. once its over. i wipe off my tears. and start to cough and catch my breath. [good times]. i like how swings are able to carry me. jumping off them is fun. i run a lot. because i can do it. i'll run forever till i drop. i get drunk from drinking rootbeer. so i drink it everyday. im addicted. cameras are my treasure. take photography class with me. i always post up new myspace pics. so comment them. i get excited off DUMB things. but theres no sign of me showing it. rollar coasters make me dizzy. not because of them but because of the fact that i scream at the top of my lungs. josh and i are always at the movies. thats one reason im so poor now. people stare. so i assume they like me. im shy. but not when it comes to adam and josh. i have a sick mind. so don't over-try to get to know me. i hate people who are racist. they should go audition for the next Saw movie and die. some people can't accept me for who i am. those people have issues. im starvin for ice cream. I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream so send me some and then lets go to the beach. i mainly talk to people when they talk to me first. but if i get bored then i just over do it and just talk.talk.talk. say hi. i'll say it back. its a promise.
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I’ve been looking in the mirror for so long
That I’ve come to believe my souls on the other side
Oh the little pieces falling, shatter
Shards of me
To sharp to put back together
To small to matter
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces
If I try to touch her
And I bleed
I bleed
And I breathe
I breathe no more
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child
Lie to me
Convince me that I’ve been sick forever
And all of this
Will make sense when I get better
I know the difference
Between myself and my reflection
I just can’t help but to wonder
Which of us do you love
So I bleed
I bleed
And I breathe
I breathe now
Bleed
I bleed
And I breathe
I breathe
I breathe
I breathe no more
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