Hello, my name is Hope. I am fighting for existance in a world that does all it can to push my face into the dirt.
And while that takes all strength I can bare to express, I am by no means a strong person.
This life that I lead in my writing is the only controllable existance I can find. This is my only means of foundation in a life of broken ground.
This is the only sense of self in which I am comfortable.
On the surface- I really and truly am an upbeat sixteen year old. I have been an adult for the majority of my "childhood" and it does show. I work at my local newspaper as an intern, but recently, I have come to find that I lack the passion in the journalism field. I am very much a people pleaser and tend to go out of my way to make any persons day brighter. Driving is my favorite past time, and I admit to being an annoying teenager who puts her music on full blast with the windows down. However, I allow myself this little bit of freedom because it makes me feel the age that I should be.
I'm very personable. If you'd like to get to know me, I'd love to get to know you. :]
- Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a 16 year old girl from Texas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm A student, a journalist.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/ohmyitshope
- I have 27 comments, 15 poems, 8 stories
Stories I'm focused on
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A downpour of rain beat along one a simple white windowsill, causing a slow fog to gently creep up the glass that separated the vast outsi
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A soft breeze whisked through the air, darting between branches and blossoms which extended far from the trees. The air smelled sweet of sp
My Stories
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"Weren't you scared?" / No. / "Terrified." / Lie. / I curiously wondered to myself what they would think if I were to be blatantly honest.1100 words, 14 comments, February 10, 2008. In Eating disorder, First person, Life, Other, Teen, True story
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This is a personal diary entry of mine; but I'm not afraid to share it.
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Evann found herself actually sitting down at her desk about an hour after the incident, playing the long conversation through her head. / "
My Poetry
Guest Book
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I Dare to Dream on January 19, 2008Wow. I read your profile and it was like reading a description of me, except for a few points. Now I'm going to read some of your stories, that I'm sure to enjoy.
