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Well.
You could call me a liar, and you would be right.
You could call me stupid. And again your right.
You could call me ugly, and immature, and cold, and unfeeling.
You would still be right.

Im a liar because I told you I didnt love you. Just because it would hurt you less than if you stayed with me.
Im stupid because I got close enough to you to hurt you in the first place.
Im ugly because no matter what I do, everyone else is better.
Im immature because I cant always be serious, I cant always be an adult, Im only 13, let me have my fun.
Im cold and unfeeling because I dont want you to see what I really feel and who I really am.


I might try to put out that im strong and confident, but really, Im just a scared little girl hiding behind her mask and trying to run from reality. Well now im done running. It hasnt gotten me far enough from my problems, so im done. I wont run. Ill face it like the big girl I wish I could be.

Im immature and im constantly making mistakes.
But maybe some day ill grow up and learn from them. but until then..your stuck with me. Get over it.

I'm Curbstomp. That, or Dropkick. Good friends call me Savi. Gievn name, is Savannah.

My Stories

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  • I'm The Girl.
    I'm the girl that sings in the shower with a house full of people listening to me. The girl who wears too much black, and has a killer smile like you wouldn't believe. I'm the girl that breakdances in Wal-Mart and knocks down
    400 words, May 12
  • Untitled, and Unfinished.
    I'm sitting in class, not really paying much attention to anything, the teacher's high, whiny voice was somewhere in the background. I keep my eyes down, the ice blue eyes that had given me my so fondly adorned nickname, Buzz
    200 words, April 20
  • Unfinished
    The seconds passed, turning into minutes which ticked away into hours. Drifting by with no visible end, leaving her stuck in a state of complete and utter terror. Fearing that with every passing second more andmore blood was
    100 words, 5 comments, November 3, 2008
  • Ali.
    She was still recovering from the incident only a month ago. The wounds still fresh in her heart, and the aches not gone away. The scars not yed fading, and the stitches ragged from being worn. She sat in the back of the new
    800 words, 3 comments, November 3, 2008

My Poetry

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My journal entries

  • Rejection: Line 1.
    Testing, Testing. Can any of you fucking hear me now? 1 I feel like i'm wearing cement shoes. Getting myself up and out of bed, and going anywhere feels useless. And void of any good. 2 I couldn't possibly care less what happens to me anymore. My heart only beats, to commence life. I feel like every pos
    June 20, 200 words. → 12 comments, Add one?
  • [If It Weren't For Kris.....I'd Be Dead Right Now.]
    What is it about me that makes people so angry? The way I walk? Talk? Dress? Act? I can't be sure. All I know is it drives them up a wall, and they let me know. I broke down crying during the dance after my eighth grade grad ceremony. Kris of course, was the only one there to help me. He stayed with me all night, and
    June 13, 300 words. → 8 comments, Add one?
  • [Why AM I Still Here?]
    Apathetic. Socio-Pathic. Yeah, That's me. The girl who everyone knows and yet, says nothing to. The one who gets fucked with ALL damn day, for EVERY damn thing. 1 So, today was like any other day. Got maybe a half hour or so of sleep, woke up to be screamed at, went to school, got picked on by Mathew, Tyler,
    June 8, 400 words. → 3 comments, Add one?

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