About me...
Age:  17
Physical:I have brown eyes, black short wavy hair, 5' feet tall, somewhere around 115 lbs.
Personality:Stinky attitude Jk. Shy, loving, caring, and quiet around people that I don't know, crazy and hyperactive (at given times only)
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Friends are like condoms,
they are there to protect
you when things get hard!
Players only play 'cause they are afraid to give thier hearts away.
I'm shy, I'm quiet, I'm an angel in disguise, I'm loud, I'm noisy, I'm a devil inside, you think I'm an innocent girl,...so lets make a bet, cause if that's what you are thinking, you sure don't know me yet!
Sometimes I wish I would have never met you...that way I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there...
You don't know how you met me, you don't know why, you can't turn around and say good-bye...And if you want to leave I can
guarantee, You wont find nobody else like me...
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And I
Just wish
that I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all the
Things I said to you
And I give it all away
Just to have
To go
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home
My December- Linkin Park

To My HoMePaGe...
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.
It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurst. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul hurt, a body hurt, a real gets-inside -you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
-Neil Gaiman
I don't play hard to get
I play to get u hard!
I'm drawing a picture
a picture in my wrist
I'll draw it with a razor
A razor on my wrist
Soon a fountain will appear
and all my problems
will slowly
But to be alone
it's what I often wish
to revel in my darkness
to indulge in my dark bliss
I said it b4,
I will say it again:
people don't understand
me, they cannot comprehend

At first I cried cuz u left me for her...
then I laughed...cuz boy she's ugly!