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Birthday
• 1991-11-25
Gender
• Female
Location
• In a tree of course.
Member Since
• 2007-09-25
Occupation
• Tree Hugger
Real Name
• Britty

Personal

Achievements
• Umm... I have no clue.
Anime Fan Since
• Digimon, didn't know what it was till 8th grade. So, I'm still a newb when it comes to anime.
Favorite Anime
• Love Hina, Ouran High School Host Club, Strawberry Panic!, Kashimashi, Fruits Basket, Blood+, Digimon, Naruto, and of course Hello Kitty! =^.^=
Goals
• Get my tongue pierced. XD Get an awesome tramp stamp tattoo, and I wanna be a vet. So, I gotta whip out those good grades.
Hobbies
• Hugging trees, color guard, NJROTC, obsessing over girls, rainbow collector, etc.
Talents
• I can hula hoop for about two minutes without it falling down. I can also pick things up with my toes, change the car radio with my toes. Pretty pathetic stuff. XD




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myOtaku.com: Gruesome Heart


Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Today is a bad day.
I already know, and it's only 5:32 AM.
I just want to go back to bed, and save myself from the day.

My mom goes to court today.
She might be coming home today, or tomorrow.
Depending on what the judge says.
She called yesterday, and I accidentally picked up.
I said hello about a million times, and she was like, "Brittany? Brittany?"
I knew it was her, and so I said, "I can't talk to you mom. I can't."
Then I gave the phone to my grandma.
If she comes here my grandma has to report it to the police, and then she'll be put in jail.
She can't talk to me till tomorrow.
I want my mommy.
She's not crazy, so if you all think that stop thinking it.
She's just ill, and needs help.
Lots of help.

So, yesterday when I found out she might be coming home I started freaking out.
She's not well enough to come home.
I don't want her to do anything, and if she does come home I can't live with her.
Which means she'll do something, and then I'll blame myself.
See, it all boils down to being my fault.
I know you're all going to say it's not, but it is.
In some way or another it is.
Just like everything else that has happened in my life.

I cut last night.
I had to.
It made me feel a little better.
There's blood on my pants.

I wish it was me in my grandpa's place.
He did NOT deserve that.
He's helped her when she's needed help.
I on the other hand, have caused her all the pain, and guilt she has.
So, I wish it was me instead.
I wish she had killed me.

Ugh..
Well, it's time to start my fucking shitty day.
See ya.

-Britty


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