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• 1990-08-20
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• Female
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• Houston,Texas
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• 2004-12-28
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• The quiet but crazy little girl who is ignored and pushed away by most people she meets
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• Laura

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• I got lotsa awards in sports and girl scouts and stuff
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• 1997 (3rd grade) or before
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• cowboy bebop, ranma, excel saga,naruto, ah my goddess, inuyasha, digi charat, maramlade boy, dragon hunter, fushigi yugi, ceres celestial legend, alice 19th, seven of seven, chobits, el hazard, full metal alchemist, full metal panic, full metal panic fumo
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• Marry the love of my life, have a couple kids, have a happy life and retire in Japan
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• I can write, dance, sing, draw(and any other art type thing), climbing things, being outdoors, and being with the one I love.
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• art, dancing, writing, and singing




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myOtaku.com: ayako-chan


Tuesday, March 8, 2005

   Another Bad Day
Today I got sad again. I was having an okay day (I guess) until 5th period. My friend called me a freak. I know he was just playing around but he has no clue how much that hurt my feelings. That is the worst word in the English language to me. Ever since Elementary school people have called me that. I used to blame stupid things, but once I realized that I was the problem I tried to change myself. After years of trying to fix myself I thought I had succeeded because I was starting to fit in. I was wrong. Once I over heard my so-called friends talking. They were talking about me. I got hurt by what they were saying that day. I then began distrusting people. I became a loner and I used to cry almost every night. That was 7th grade. It happened again. I heard people talking aabout how weird I was a few months ago. I had thought maybe I could start all over again and make new friends. I was wrong again. I was left in the dark again. I just started talking to people more again. I don't want to be hurt again. I've cried too much. Last night I thought about all of this. It's ironic that the next day I get called a freak again. My friend started trying to cheer me up. He told me "Smiles cure cancer." It didn't help much , but I'm glad someone cared for once.
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