My Bio

Life,
death,
all have not yet been forgiven,
my interests,
my life,
my past,
my present,
my future,
my home,
my love,
my loss.
I live in a box,
of writing creations,
skating over the streets of hell,
as I can no longer tell.
Playing my way through the strings of life on a wooden viola.
Drawing my face over walls,
and search for my world of life,
and maybe I am not so blocked by the steel knife.
This is my Bio,
and my journal of life,
read,
guess,
as you will,
for the kill,
will not be your own death mill.

o0; This shit is old. Well, I'm updating again from May 13th 2005. What an unlucky number to start writing some more poetry.

Um, lots of shit has happened and I haven't had any time for anything. Shit, I quit everything. But, started somet new things. I'm attempting at playing guitar and I really like drawing. I quit story writing, but I might just start doing some more poetry. I don't know.

I believe a lot of the shit that I write is crap and is meaningless. In fact, a lot of things are meaningless in my life right now. School and social life is just a meaningless escape that can't even be an escape anymore. There is so many drama in my friends lives, it's hard to call them friends because I can barrly handle my own drama why should I handle theirs? I feel very hateful, I feel very angry. But, than again very calm. I'm just glad it's the weekend, you'll notice that I'll stop making sense if I write anymore poetry.

Um, Let me try talking about something else. I'm 15 years old, I'm a hot sexy babe with D BRA SIZE. Wanna have sex? ... Just kidding. I'm nothing like that, er. I don't know how to describe myself.

That is my VP account, there is an old picture from seven months ago. I'll get one updated soon because I just got my computer back, so now I have to find my camera. I did have some good pictures until my sister deleted them all, so now I have to fight and get someone to press the button.

Um. Let's just say I'm dead as a door nail.