Author has written 19 stories for Love, Life, and Friendship.
Heya people!
And my bio for you people (I know who wants to know about me? lol)
Name: Ann
Age:16
Gender: Female
Home: London
Eye Color: Very weird eyes. Brown around the pupil, then dark blue which then becomes light blue, then grey and then into a green-ish colour (What can I say... At least they're unique!)
Skin Color: White
Height: 5'10
Maritail Status: Single!!
Favourites...
Person: GERARD WAY (2 years of loving him n it doesn'tget old!)
Music Genres: Rock, Punk, Metal, Nu-Metal, Gothic, Emo
Bands: Audioslave, All-American Rejects, Aqueduct, Black Sabbath, Bloc Party, Blur, Brand New, Bright Eyes, Coldplay, Demon Hunter, Eels, Eighteen Visions, Elvis, Finch, Foo Fighters, Funeral For A Friend, Green Day, Hall And Oats, Hawthorne Heights, Head Automatica, Hot Hot Heat, Human League, Imogen Heap, In Flames, Incubus, Interpol, Jack Off Jill, Jimmy Eat World, Kaiser Chiefs, Kate Bush, Kinesis, Lacuna Coil, Led Zepplin, Linkin Park, Lola Ray, Lostprophets, Metallica, Midtown, Murderdolls, *My Chemical Romance, Never Heard Of It, Nickelback, Nightwish, No Doubt, Oasis, OK Go, Opeth, Phantom Planet, Pinback, Pink Floyd, Pitch Shifter, Puddle Of Mudd, Pulp, Queen, Rachel Yamagata, Rainbow, Reasons to remain (So Under-rated!), REM, Rico, Santana, Saves The Day, Scorpions, Seether, Slipknot, Snow Patrol, Something Corporate, Stereophonics, Sting & The Police, Sugarcult, Taking Back Sunday, Tenacious D, The Beatles, The Birthday Massacre, The Bravery, The Clash, The Coral, The Cure, The Futureheads, The Glitterati, The Hives, The Killers, The Subways, The Thrills, The Used, The Vines, The Walkmen, The Who, Theory Of A Deadman, Thursday, Wednesday 13, Yes, Zutons,
~*~Yeah their all pretty random but so am I! And there's loads more I just can't remember em!~*~
I hate my life... Simple as that, if I could trade it I would, of course I love my family and my friends, but beyond that I have and am nothing, honest to God I don't even know why my family n friends like me, what have I got to give them? Nothing really. I'm just me, and I am no where near special...
It fucking sucks to feel like this, I know I am worthless, I just wish I had someone to turn to, everyone has stabbed me in the back in some way or another... and if they haven't I know they'd blab it to another person or family member...
I act all happy on the outside, hyper, mad, insane, but inside I am a piece of paper being crumbled over and over again, never being left to unfold and show whats within, not that there's nothing special...
All my life is, is stress after failure, after dissapointment, after fuck up in a massive big circle, I hate this world and I hate this life...
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for feeling this way, if I could change it I would, if I could be someone or something else... I'm sorry, sorry is all I can say for all that I've done...
But never forget what you've done to me...