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• 1991-05-21
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• Female
Location
• buttfuck, missouri
Member Since
• 2005-08-11
Occupation
• pissed off student
Real Name
• *rawr* now now I can't just go around giving my name on the internet I'll give you my nickname....

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• Beat leathal overdose
Anime Fan Since
• 1999 but didn't know what it was until 2003
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• Inuyasha, Gravitation, Angel Sanctuary, Cowboy Bebop, Akira, Ghost in the shell, Samurai Champloo, Sailor Moon, Wolf's Rain, FLCL. Loveless.
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• To Graduate High School/ and become a counsler
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• music, writing, tarot cards, astrology, painting, poetry, studying other religions
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• I don't really think I have any talents and if I discover any I'll be sure to fill them in




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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

   I don't really understand nor do I care
Thanksgiving is celebrating the people whose land we took I can't fully explain it but as myself being American makes me feel pathetic. My new favorite movie is Devil's Rejects for some weird reason every time I watch I laugh uncontrolably. *hands out cookies and tacos* I'm not failing any classes!!! *hugs random object*
Writers block is something that I dislike I was going to say hate but I don't hate anything just strongly dislike. My math teacher is snapping the one day I actually talk he kicks me out of class which was fine with me because I got to leave early. I'm starting to get fusterated around my girlfriend she acts like she's going to kiss me and then she walks away.
Apparently I'm short which I do not agree with I am 5'4 which scares my mom because I used to be 5'6 no one knows why I'm shrinking.

I havn't missed a day of school yet since I was forced a saturday detention for skipping.

A poem I found on quizilla


Porclain doll


I am a porcelain doll
With a chipped and missing piece
Jagged and empty
Where my bright heart used to be

I'm left up on the shelf
Hidden away from unfriendly eyes
Alone, no longer wanted
No one hears my heartfelt cries

They all look and see my face
And they think that I am fine
But they don't see my broken piece
Or all the pain in me

Perfect on the outside
I am just a lie
No one knows my darkest thoughts
That truly, I want to die

I'm on the edge of insanity
Toying with my life
My will to live has long since gone
As I play the this cold, sharp knife

So, when you look at this porclain doll
Remember to look hard
The missing piece has left her broken
They left me with this scar
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