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I've been writing since.....well I don't know. A LONG TIME sounds good enough for me. My stories are for certain people to relate with. I'm saying right now that not all of you may like them. They are just my stories and mine alone.

My friends, however nice they are, have officially put a label on my head that says: NOTICE: I AM INSANE. BEST TO KEEP AWAY FROM ME. But hey, they are friends and thats what they do best.

All of my stories have some reality in them from my life. Maybe names or something. My stories ARE NOT for the stereotypers out there. So you know who you are. STAY AWAY.

All of my hobbies include music. I LOVE Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance. But I like FOB better. Some of my favorite songs are:

1. Dance, Dance
2. Sugar We're Goin Down
3. I'm Like a Lawyer With the Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)
4. Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
5. A Little Less Sixteen Candles A Little More 'Touch Me'

I'm only doing five because my hand hurts now.

Okay. Call me Emo. Call me a Punk. Call me a jacked up teenager. I don't give #@%& what you think. . Thanks. I feel better now.

Well, anyway, enjoy my stories.

My Stories

  • The Diary of an Emo Girl: Chapter Three.
    Almost all of the adults I have met before my mother became an addict say that I resemble her. I despise this. If I look at one of my mother's pictures, my mother's sane pictures, I see an older version of me. The same heart-
    500 words, 1 comment, May 18
  • The Diary of an Emo Girl: Chapter Two.
    Han's hands creep slowly up my neck and knot themselves into my hair. His lips are like irresistible candy glue as they press against mine. This sensation is fantastic...its almost sinful. I feel whole again, not like who I r
    700 words, 1 comment, May 10. In Life, Love, Sad, Teen
  • The Diary of an Emo Girl: Chapter One.
    I sit there, in that one seat in homeroom everyday. Watching kids laugh and stare at my face, as if its the funniest thing they've ever seen. But what they don't know is this: I cut myself each night, in order to feel somethi
    500 words, 6 comments, May 8. In Life, Sad, Teen

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