Hi!

I'm Rebecca. I'm not saying my full name (for a few perverts do come on this website) and they may Facebook me or something stupid. I'm not Facebook obsessed, in fact, the only reason I have one is for course-work and friends.
I am a thirteen-year-old girl, and I'm into old-fashioned books, such as Dracula, Frankenstein and Lolita. It may not be ideal for a teenage girl to read Lolita, but it sparked my interest when I got into Emilie Autumn songs a few years ago. I also like corsets, even though I'm not old enough to wear one in public and on show yet. God, I was born in the wrong era.

I have a wide range of taste in music, but mostly I listen to metal. HEAVY metal... hehehe >:D

I love Animal. The Muppet's Character...

By the way, if you want to look at my fanfiction account, just click on this link!:

www.fanfiction.net/u/1875885/LushRAD

RAD

Note from my friend, Darkie:

I have often pondered on the sanity of my friend and I have now come to a conclusion.

She is insane. And Morbid. And scary.

Thanks for listening to my opinion too!

Darkie!

"Work out your fate with fear and trembling."
Fightstar, To Sleep

"Grey would be the colour, if I had a heart."
Flyleaf, Something I Can Never Have

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift, that's why they call it present."
Kung-fu Panda

"There are two things that really piss me off about being a girl. One: My bloody f--ing Menstrual Cycle. Two: Not being able to run my hands through my hair like The Doctor - as played by David Tennant - does when frustrated. Kinda weird, I know, but true all the same!"
My friend Darkie, being truthful and easy to agree with

Try Not To Cry:

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day, I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun,he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack; my boyfriend;

That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother;I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best Mommy,

I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors;

I know that they really did try

I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.

In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech Students Who Were Lost Please if you would, Don't smash this on the ground. If you pass this on, Maybe people will cry, Just keep this in your heart, For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

Now you have 2 choices, 1) Pass this on, and show people you care, re-post as "Try Not To Cry

2) Don't send it, and you have just proved how cold-hearted you really are... Its OK to cry, I cried, so can you.

-No Credit to Me, I just nicked it.

"I am a good person, I have never killed anyone, I have never hurt my younger sibling, I have always loved and trusted everyone, I love and help everyone I know, I respect my elders, shared every good thing about myself with the world, I am polite teenager and would never imagine disrespecting anyone,I don't have any enemies and I have the best friends anyone could ever dream of. I am also a GREAT BIG LIAR."
Written by me when I had a writers block.

"Charlie Simpson is cute."
Myself.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to smoke some Marawana,
Jack got high, undone his flies and said "Do you wanna?"
Jill said 'yes', pulled up her dress,
They had lots of fun!
But silly Jill forgot the pill
and now they have a son.

- A short verse written by my best friend

Um...don't read this next little paragraph. I only posted it because I read it on someone's profile and I'm paranoid...

-This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. -Lucillia