Wednesday, August 8, 2007

	411 Name: Kitty. Age: 18. Birthday: January 30th. Currently: Texas Education: G.E.D. Currently Reading: American Psycho Email: [Link] Myspace: [Link] Hobbies: Technology, what few friends I have, Reading, and Dancing. Hates: Alot of shit. Mainly fakes. MSN: Atheist_Kitten@hotmail.com AIM: My Bloodydeath13 & Tehvampirekitty Links Backroom Guestbook Add Message Portfolio King Char-Char [Charles] Randy Music Currently Playing: Ein Lied By: Rammstein Credits Aethereality.net Index Stock.com Hybrid-Genesis.com			Intro February 16th 2008 So I figured I would use an already made layout. I just don't have time right now to make it myself. Other wise I so would have. Plus it's pretty. Anywayz. Please sign my guestbook if you stop by for the first time. Even though I have a few rules. They are below. I don't know how often I will update. I will try for everyday, but considering school and the fact I am actually reading a book, I may not be able too. Have a nice day. Peace. Kitty Rules Sign more than 1 fucking line in my guestbook. Visit me and I will visit you. Don't fuck with me. Last but not least, if you hate me, don't tell me you do. I don't really care if you do. Post Day: The last day I had a heart Time:50 minutes after I lost it Mood: Dead, Emotionless you pick Listening to: The voices in my head I have died people. How fucking cool is that? Oh by the way I am not happy, sad, mad or anything at this point. I am an empty shell for my lifeless soul. I don't get why people use people or lie or cheat. I also dont give a fuck at this point. Only one good has happened and That is I am not faking anything. I am not hiding anything. I have my original lifeless black eyes back. I have my so pale that i am whiter than paper skin. I have my pale lips. I have my make smeared down my face. I have all my piercings in. I have my favorite clothes on. I don't have any skin darkener on or lip stick on. I am not hiding the scars. You can see where I used drugs that i quit. You can tell that I am dead. I am not acting happy. I am not anything, just dead. I am showing the real me. The dead me. The part of me people don't usually see. I am listening, actually listening, to the voices. I am believing them too. I am remembering my mother. My beautiful Mother. Her smile, her laugh, her anger, her yelling voice, the way her eyes glared at my dad for wanting to save me, the way she would say "its all for your own good" and "if i cant save you no one can" and "if only you could see how the world really is". I am remember the way my dads eyes shined when he looked at me, the way he laughed, the way he smiled, and the way he smelled. I dont want to live, but I don't want to die. I am going to shut up. Maybe I'll type more later. Designed by Aethereality.net

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