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I'm Lily. Hello to you all! I hate mirrors, and beds. Don't ask why, I just do. I am 12 years old since September 13th. I live alone (no siblings) with my dad in Sea Isle, New Jersey, so I see a lot of the ocean. I like to write, but I don't think I'm the greatest. So here's my chance to find out

My name means purity, innocence, and beauty. Funny, right?


When people ask me why I find dating pointless at such young ages, I will say, in the words of Elle (Elleploria-Kazeme):
Because we take it too seriously, think we're in love,break up and stuff ourselves with cookies


My amazing quotes!! lol...
"I've found that pretending to be happy is much easier than facing the truth, but once the truth hits you, it hits you so hard you can only stand in your pretenses."

"What the mind can hold is beyond the physical age."

A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..

Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.

Guy: No, this is fun.

Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!

Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.

*Girl hugs him*

Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.

(In the paper the next day)

A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.

If you would ever do this for someone....then post this on your page asap!!

Life: Hmm.... kind of boring. I'm constantly sick, and for those of you who know me.... yeah you get it but yeah.... nowadays I'm pretty bored.
Siblings: none... I used to have a twin, but... yeah

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School Life: I'm homeschooled. So I'm pretty bored. And I never get to get fresh air. (again, those of you who know me know why)

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Hobbies: Writing, swimming, reading is a definite... hmm... I also looooove to look at old photo albums with pics of me and Rosie!
(in Keara's words): COMPUTER!! No, I really do have a life but I adore the internet and all of its mystery.

Name Four Bad Habits You Have:
1. being overly happy when trying to hide the fact that I'm really dying inside.
2. Randomness
3. sarcasm when it's just plain rude.
4. losing track of time.

Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:
1. some way to escape from here.
2. A different father.
3. A different mother.
4. Rosie

Name Four Scents You Love:
1. Roses
2. Oranges
3. Candles
4. freedom

Name Four Things You'd Never Wear:
1. um...
2. heels
3. dress
4. Anything suggestive or inappropriate.

Name Four Things You Are Thinking About Now:
1. Dying
2. Rosie
3. Storywrite
4. The fact that I'm tired as hell and have to pee.

Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:
1. write
2. reread Hamlet
3. sang.
4. wished I could cry.

Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:
1. don't remember.
2. nothing
3. A new book
4. ...

Name Four Bands/Groups Most People Don't Know You Like:
1. will fill in later
2. will fill in later
3. Martina McBride
4. DC Talk

Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:
1. Water
2. water
3. water
4. milk

Last Song You Sang?: Runaway Love

Last Person You Hugged?: against my will, my dad. although it wasn't much of a hug.

Last Thing You Laughed At?: the thought that I may die.

Last Time You Said 'I Love You' And Meant it?: to Rosie

Last Time You Cried?: hm. over 5 years ago.

What's In Your CD Player?: don't have one.

What Color Socks Are You Wearing?: I HATE SOCKS! ....Which means none.

What's Under Your Bed?: photo albums, my Rosie box.

What Time Did You Wake Up Today?: um... like, 6? I'm an early bird even though I'm allowed to sleep in... strange, I know.

Current Hair?: really dark brown.

Current Clothes?: my pajamas. I pretty much live in them since I don't go anywhere... but I have about a million pairs of pajamas, so I wash them every other day.

Current Annoyance?: everything.

Current Desktop Picture?: A girl sitting at a dock in a thin-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?: too many things to count... for the moment, my mum and dad, anybody like them really.

Last CD You Bought?: I have no idea.

Favorite Place To Be?: Anywhere but here.

Least Favorite Place?: my room, the closet... well, pretty much my whole trailer.

If You Could Play An Instrument?: I taught myself piano, but I would love to play... maybe the sax?

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?: I have no idea... maybe 4'4"? lol not THAT short I'm probably like 5' or something. I don't know, haven't been to the docs or anything for a while.

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:
Sisters -
Ashley Tisdale (Iona)
I am a girl (Eva)

Mum -
Hell Girl (Emiko)

Dad -
Hell Boy (don't know his name )
EDIT: his name is Marshall

Physical AND Emotional Bodyguard -
Absynthian Wolf (Sorrow)

Sisters -
Elleploria-Kazeme (Bob - lol )

An every-day conversation for me:
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.


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**92% of American teens today would die if Abercrombie & Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. If you're part of the 8% that would be laughing their butts off, put this in your profile.
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*98 percent of teenagers have tried pot. If you are one of the 2% who hasn't, post this on your profile*

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, which makes weird good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy & paste this onto your profile


For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you what you are doing that is so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour-long sob fest, and then start singing and dancing when your favorite song comes on. Crazy is when you do or say a completely random thing, like "Do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or having a thumbwar with yourself. If you're crazy, copy this onto your profile.



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This is Mr.Bunny Please Paste him on your page in order to help
Him with his mission to DOMINATE the world

If you haven't died yet, copy and paste this onto your profile.

"I'm bringing sexy back..." Copy and paste this into your profile if you never even knew sexy was gone.

^o^ Copy and paste this if you like gum.

98% of teenagers do drugs, have sex, and drink alcohol...put this in your profile if you like bagels.


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my pics - of me AND Izzy! (lol she rocks!)
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