You made the spark that lit a candle; it tipped over and caught us both on fire

Name: Kayla

Gender: Female

Music: Music is my life. I like pretty much everything, except for rap, which makes my head bleed from the ears. My favorite genres are Screamo, Rock, and Punk. These are my favorite bands and artists, though I could go for hours listing band names if I tried hard enough: Finger Eleven, Good Charlotte, Death Cab for Cutie, System of a Down, Bullet for my Valentine, Hawthorne Heights, 30 Seconds to Mars, Less Than Jake, Mayday Parade, Phantom Planet, The White Stripes, The Who, The Beatles, Hawk Nelson, Katy Perry, Incubus, HIM, Hot Buttered Popcorn, Fall Out Boy (the older stuff), Dashboard Confessional, Coldplay, Emilie Autumn, Slayer, Pantera, Puddle of Mudd, The Used, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Flyleaf, Paramore, Gackt, Ai Otsuka, Guitar Vader, Muse, Lincoln Park, Breaking Benjamin, Blue October, Operation Ivy, Taking Back Sunday, Bowling for Soup, Boys Like Girls, Superchick, Shiny Toy Guns, All Time Low, Dream, Marylyn Manson, Celtic Woman, Utada Hikaru, Ayumi Hamasaki, The Pigeon Detectives, Weezer, Nicholback, U2, All American Rejects, and a whole bunch of others!

About Me: Classified as the 'Art Girl', or the 'Emo Girl', I pretty much hang with whoever can understand my rambling. I love to write but normally cant finish something unitl I get constructive critisism because otherwise I feel like there's no point. I'm bubbly when I'm in a good mood and I adore my family and friends. I want to be an author when I get older, but if I cant succeed with that, I want to be an edito, a choir director or an actress in musical theatre. You like me, or you dont. I dont change for anyone.

My Appearance (Just in case you're wondering): I weigh 116-120 lbs and I really feel that I need to diet because my best friends look like twigs next to me. I have an olive skin tone, though I am really pale since I hardly ever go outdoors, not that its my fault. I have no athletics period and therefore am always inside of a grey, depressing class room that sucks your very soul from your heart all day. I have brown wavy hair that hangs just past my shoulders and chocolate brown eyes behind square black mod glasses cuz my eyes are crap without them. I now have braces. They are crap. I hate them.. But they've helped my teeth straighten a lot so I guess it's not all bad.

My Stories on the Site: I have loads of stories, but most of them are in notebooks, untyped and unedited. You should totally read what I end up typing though, and give me comments because I NEEDS them if I'm going to be pressured into typing more. I'm also very lazy, so nag me or something and I'll remember to get out my notebook and start typing. But, yes, reviews would be greatly appreciated.

Oh hey, a new story! Lol, Starry Nights. It's about a girl who loses her first love to a car crash and has to recover. She's really really depressed and vulnerable. Then this guy moves into town and he grows to have feelings for her, but for one thing, she wants nothing to do with any guys anymore, and for another, her best friend whips out the super protective "You'll never hurt her" vibe and he's afraid to make a move. Can she grow to love again? Hmm... I dunno I gotta wait for the story to tell itself in my head.

And just in case that wasnt enough for you, I've whipped out a story called Pure Witch. Some would argue that it's a rip off of Harry Potter because it's about a school of magic and there's serious hatred and discrimination goin' on with Pure Bloods and Half Breeds and all out Human-Borns. But I would beg to differ, because all of the spells I've invented are original, as are names and magical creatures and all that silly nonsence. There are also some people that would say every vampire book is a rip off of Dracula - so dont judge! We need more magic in the reading world, as my best friend said when she read this story, pleased with the unusual perspective of the "bad guy" since no one ever REALLY knows what's going on in those devious minds until it's written, correct? devilish smile

And I guess that's it

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

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"This Jealouse Actress Has A Habit Of Making Things Sound Way Too Tragic" From the song Black Cat by Mayday Parade