Author has written 146 stories for Life, Love, General, Young Adult, Essay, Family, Fantasy, Horror, Spiritual, Humor, General, and Biography.Me - short. scary. female. 16. hyper-active. weird. "unique". distant. shy. loud. creative (or would like to think so). played piano. was in gymnastics. brown hair. glasses. british. american. funny. dreamer. thinker. observant. caring. over-protective.stupid. forgotten. Rides horses
Likes - comments, good or bad, about my work. HIM. eyes. edward scissorhands. compliments. music. sporks. hair dye. laughing. making others laugh. donnie darko. autumn. morbid things. wolves. ravens. my horses. marilyn manson. climbing trees. writing. horse riding. TV. dancing like a fool. rain. halloween. to be loved. the truth.
Hates - liars. unknown answers. soup spoons. styrofoam. centipedes. boring people. the sound of hearts being broken. false hopes. broken dreams. PpL wHo TyPe LiKe DiS. show-offs. being alone. being hated. closed minds. not understanding. being young. lasagna. burnt toast. paper cuts. guys with muscles. empty notebooks. secrets. misleading. empty heads. not being able to erase certain things about my life.
If you don't like me, then don't fucking talk to me. I’m a very insecure person. I find it hard to make eye contact with people. I'm not very trusting, but if I do trust you, I’ll trust you with everything, and then no doubt you will hurt me. *Love Hurts* my heart belongs to one person. I'm straight edge and incredibly proud of it. Not because I think it makes me special or because it lets me feel like I belong, but because at times it has taken a lot of will power. True Till Fucking Death and Poison Free. I'm an okay kid who somehow got drawn into the darker side of things. Underneath it all I'm an angel, and I have the wings to prove it. I don't always get things right in this life, but then again, who does? I’m veggie, and to quote jade Puget, its not because I love animals, its because I hate plants. I don't so much wear my heart on my sleeve, as rip it bloodied and beating from my body and present it to you. All that is left is ashes. I used to think that it is true about everything - family, friends, feelings - but now I know that sometimes if love proves real, and two people are meant to be together, nothing can keep them apart. I believe in love and I believe in hate. One is the greatest feeling on the planet; the other is a complete waste of emotion. However, ultimately, both are the same thing viewed from different sides. Never deny your past, for that is what sculpted what you are today. Don't conform to pre-supposed ideas of what is cool, be yourself as hard as you can. When people love you for who you are then you can't go far wrong. If only that were enough to make you happy though. One drop of rain could not make you drown, but one fallen tear could. I would love to be able to say for definite what colour my eyes are but I can't. They seem to change colour depending on my mood, ranging from grey, through blue and ending at green. I value the important things in this life, like love and friendship. My friends mean the world to me *without you, nothing* I try to follow my instincts as much as I can. I don't know why, but they tend to be right a lot of the time. Then again, I try not to judge people just from one meeting. Everyone deserves a second chance. A second chance means nothing, if nothing's learnt from past mistakes.
"All wounds heal. But the scars they leave will last forever."
"The cracks in the concrete remind that no matter how strong you are you will always fall apart"
I hate conforming to other people’s ideas. I'm strange. I'm the lone wolf. I have to do everything different. You insult me expect a reply. I'm not your everyday little bundle of female joy. I don't really care what other people think about me. I'm not usually an aggressive person but if you piss me off watch out…