me. Once upon a time, there was a girl. When she turned 16, she realized had many friends. She makes many mistakes, usually boy-related but her friends help her through. Always. Born in a small town, she enjoyed an interesting, if not short, childhood. When her parents split, she moved into town with her mother.
She now expresses herself in an emo-ish myspace profile which is bent on distracting you from reality. (NO! Don't look out that window! Only the computer is real..only the computer matters....)
She enjoys reading, crafting, myspacing, and most of all hanging with her best friends. I advise you carry a big stick, sneak up, and kill her.
THE END!
A Poem Roses and colours and photos, oh my!
Images of scenes and feelings gone by.
Songs and lyrics and words so strong,
Later look back and see them as wrong.
Teen angst and bitter fighting,
Shouting and screaming and angered writing.
'Tis a place of expression,
of joy and moody degression.
Think not of what has been spewed,
I fear my mind becomes unglued.
This is just me, in the raw; unmasked.
Forget what you see here; you came here unasked.
♣By Me
"It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at the bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one invividual dependant for the food of his affections ans spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object." Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter (178)
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