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I'm Lily. Learn it and call me that. Not "high" or "happyness."

For anybody who's wondering, I'm back on SW, but I'm still recovering so it'll take some time and I might be off for long periods of time. So that's what's up...

I love the smell of roses and candles. Normally, I'm pretty active, but lately, not so much. I used to exercise every day but now I can't. I am sick of hospitals but I guess I'll just have to deal with it. I'm okay with dying, it's everyone else I'm scared for. I hate my parents, both of them. If you want to know just ask. I miss Rosie a lot. I act really tough but inside I would give anything to be any one of you. I'm on here because I like to write, mostly only about real stuff, and it's my outlet. I'm 14 and I joined this site when I was 11, so it's been a few years. I miss Skylar Anthony. I love trees but I hate flowers, all except roses. I like any colors except green and pink. I love birds and I hate most cats except mine, Socks, but he died. I love to sing but I'm not very good at it. I hate trailers and closets and curtain rods and hospitals and beds and couches and people - men and women both - who don't think before they take things that aren't theirs.
Ask if you want to know something, but chances are, I won't reply. I don't get on often.


Last Song You Sang?: Rockabye Baby

Last Person You Hugged?: Tiffany-Rose.

Last Time You Said 'I Love You' And Meant it?: Tiffany-Rose

Last Time You Cried?: The day after Rosie died.

What's Under Your Bed?: photo albums, my Rosie box... back at the center... I'll have to have Izzy bring them for me.

What Time Did You Wake Up Today?: I don't know. I can't keep track of the days. Take me home. Fall asleep. Never wake up.

Current Hair?: None.

Current Clothes?: Hospital gown.

Current Annoyance?: everything.

Current Desktop Picture?: A girl sitting at a dock in a striped rainbow hooded dress, just letting go of a bunch of rainbow balloons.

Current Worry?: That I'll die. But it's not too bad of a worry, really.

Current Hate?: Hospitals.

Last CD You Bought?: I have no idea.

Favorite Place To Be?: Anywhere but here.

Least Favorite Place?: The old trailer. Hospitals.

If You Could Play An Instrument?: I taught myself piano, and play the violin

Favorite Color?: I like all colors except green and pink.

Do You Believe In An Afterlife?: No. We've got this life. Although it would be nice.

How Tall Are You?: 5'1"

Favorite Season?: Fall, the season of change, and Spring, the season of new birth, of new beginning.

One Person From Your Past You Wish You Could Go Back And Talk To?: Rosie

Favorite Day?: Friday

Where Would You Like To Go?: Anywhere but here.

Type A Line You Remember From Any Book: "Do you know how many times I've told myself to love you, then turned back into this... this monster?"

A Random Lyric: "Runaway Love..."

SW family:

Physical AND Emotional Bodyguard -
Absynthian Wolf (Sorrow)
P.S. I miss you. Where'd you go, friend?



Izzy: I hate you, Lily.
Lily: What did I do now?
Izzy: You won't dress nice and pose for me! *being very dramatic* A future photographer needs practice, you know.
Lily: I would have done if you didn't make me dress like such a girl.
Izzy: *gasping*
Lily: What?
Izzy: You never told me you were a guy! I mean, I knew you acted like one, but I just assumed you were a girl! (sarcasm)
Lily: Oh, ha ha.



my photos - of me, Izzy, Tiff & Skylar, Marshall... Fun times.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/13584362@N05/?saved=1

This is an awesome story, that was written by Elle, whom a lot of you people know. Her real name is Sherrice, to give credit, but I do not know her last name. Anyway, here it is - It's a dream she had about me. It's an amazing write, too.

I was so glad to be finished with the court trials. Finally my father was put in prison and I had a new family, a better one. My parents lived in Italy in a beautiful large complex with a quaint yard. Their names were Marie-Ann and Jeoffery. Marie-Ann had a neutral complexion, short light brown hair and beady dark brown eyes. She had a bony, yet pleasant face, with a small button nose and small lips. I don’t think she ever wore make-up. She had a petit built and was just a cute, yet mystifying woman. To tell it straight, she looked like a pretty witch.

Jeoffery was a well-built man, average height. He had sun-kissed skin and light brown hair which was usually dyed a dirty pale blonde. He had very light, distinct, blue eyes and average nose and mouth. He was a handsome man, but glowed with modesty.

I felt peculiar towards them though. They weren’t like a family that acts too perfect or the family filled with problems. They were both quiet, Marie-Ann spoke the most. It was their looks which baffled me. Both of them had crooked smiles and blank eyes. I shrugged this off; I was new; just learning to trust them.

It was an average, sunny Sunday afternoon and Marie-ann was working in the kitchen, much to Jeoffery’s dislike because she was pregnant. You just couldn’t pull Marie-Ann away from work. She had her first child, a one year old boy, sleeping upstairs.

I decided to go down stairs and get breakfast. I changed out of my nightgown into a dark brown sweatshirt, a pink tee underneath and dark brown cargos. I got out of my room and looked downstairs. Marie-Ann was working and Jeoffery was probably in his room upstairs.

I walked quickly down the stairs but before I was even half-way down, the force of a strong hand pushed me against the back, sent me flying down the stairs. In that moment, I swore it was Jeoffery.

Surprisingly, before I could feel the real impact I flew into the arms of Jeoffery himself. My face pressed against his chest.

‘What?’ My mind wondered.

He was flabbergasted by my fall. I could have died before I reached the bottom.

‘Why’d he catch me, why, how?’ These questions rang through my mind. I was sure he pushed me down, or was I? As if reading my thoughts and the expression on my face, he answered, “You’ve been killed before…"

‘You’ve been killed before; you’ve been killed before…What?’ It just rang in my head on and on.


"warm heat the poo to seventy-two degrees. Use the net to remove debris from the poo. If anyone is drowning in the poo, please station a lifegaurd.
clean the poo every two weeks. please have an adult supervisor watch over any children playing in the poo."
~An interesting conversation in the cb, courtesy of Oasis... She was talking about scratching all the 'l's from the word 'pool' every time it appeared in a pool manual... lol XD


R.I.P.:

Rosie - my sister, and my guardian angel... October 17, 2002

Skylar Anthony - little angel, beautiful boy, lived for two days... then death took him away... January 29, 2008