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• 1992-02-19
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• Wherever the winds take me; at the moment... Florida. Blast from the past, and hello homeplace I never thought I'd live in again.
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• 2005-09-27
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• Student, striving writer/artist, human fighting to survive, many things... but in the end, just a person with a different view on life soaring for the sky. Wings weren't made for walking...
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• Lately I've taken a liking to simply being called either Tigra or Kyra.... but some of y'all know my real name. If ya must know, PM me.
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• ...I dunno...I've gotten better at keepin' my temper? I'm Secretary of the Poetry Club? I've written stories that make my teachers' and friends eyes bug? Is this a trick question...?
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• ...I'm a fan now. Been so for a long time. ^_^ That's all that matters!
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• Fruits Basket, DNAngel, Naruto, Full Metal Alchemist, Shaman King, Inuyasha, Teen TItans (is that anime...?), One Piece, Bleach, Gundam Seed, Gundam Seed Destiny, Fushigi Yugi Genbu Kaiden, Vampire Knight (big favorite ^_^)...
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• To become a professional author and artist, to win at an art competition!!!!! To see the snow in real life again and build a monster snowman!!!!!!!! Oh, and see Adam again someday... Y'all don't know who I'm talking about ^_^U
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• Writing, drawing, playing catch with my friends, buggin' my friends, playin' video games, jogging/running, singing (A LOT lately)...
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• drawing, writing, gettin' on Tish's nerves, procrastinating, gettin' on Tish's nerves... and apparently I'm good at advice. That's a nice one ^_^
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Thursday, February 1, 2007
Seems my light only shines when the sun sets outside my bedroom window... (this'll be the start of a poem of mine, just you watch!)
...As some of you may know... my week's sucked, but I'm trying to stay tough. I refused to cry over what happened at school with my classmates (I'm not going to cry because the truth is corrupted into their own versions. It's their loss if they stay ignorant.), but today I cried.
Poetry Club... everyone there saved me. If it weren't for every single one of them, I wouldn't be able to be the way I am around ppl now and I wouldn't be able to feel okay in my skin here in this new place filled with superficial discriminators where I have yet to find a place I feel free.
But they have been fighting so much lately that I feel torn... not between choosing sides, but torn as in hurt. I care so much about every single one of them that to see them constantly at each other... kills me. We're a small group of ppl; those of us there are regular members and have helped the club through its hard times ('cuz believe me, we've had many.). Why is it so hard to keep from being like that with each other?
One thing was Joe (our former president) being impeached today. If the president is being negligent and the officers have to take a stand, I more than understand if a measure like that has to be taken: it's necessary. But another thing was the way it happened... it was so cruel. I was in the classroom with him; I really missed him and wanted to find out how he'd been doing. When I saw them out there in the hallway whispering and stuff as if he would explode at any minute, I felt so...
If you are really going to do something like that for the good of something you care about, I believe you should do it head-on and don't be so predictably cowardly. Stand up for what you believe.
They used that excuse to impeach him because of their own dislikings. It hurt him. It hurt me to see him like that. He left the moment he finished typing up his poem for another member to read. I was the only one he really said good-bye to before he left, and I had no idea what why he did or what would happen when he did. She read the "poem"; I was only half-listening at first (I was trying to figure out his expression), but after a moment it all came crashing down on me. It wasn't a poem; it was his reignation letter. It broke my heart, so before it was even finished I packed my bags and made an excuse to leave. I nearly cried right there and then, but I was able to get away and held myself off until Mom came.
She picked me up earlier than normal, saying there was something important.
A mere cpl seconds after I finished crying like a broken woman over something that could be far worse, what other news do I get but this...
My father's father died today.
If I didn't see death the way I do, I would still be crying as I type this. I'm sad yes, but for my father.
All I can tell myself is that I have to stay strong and tough. I've never been allowed time to cry for long; I have to pick myself up ealier than most would like to. This won't kill me, so I'll make sure it makes me stronger.
But for now... I'm exhausted. I've cried too much today.
Take care, guys.
~Kyra
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