About

I am basically a Goth nerd. XD . Dont ask me how its possible but it just is. I love to read and write stories but no poetry !! I currently am in love with my best guy friend but he kinda dosent know i exist in that department. I'm 14 and sorry if i tell you another age itsfor one of two reasons .

1. I dont know you and i dont wanna be mean and accuse you of being a pervert
2. i havent updated the profile XD


I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.

But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who can express herself beter with words than with words, and knows the importance of the little things.

Copy and Paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are diffrent and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone.
Outcasts, they tend to call us

The Weird Ones

The Freaks

But we like to think of ourselves as the

Special Ones

With our permanent marker doodles

on our converse

Ripped jeans and Elmo hearts and

poems written in the snow

Novels read beneath the covers 'til

dawn by light of a flashlight

batteries nearly dead we've used them

so much

And dancing in the rain

Praying to Screamo and Hardstyle

And singing to the stars

At the top of our lungs with the car

windows open and the night rushing

in

Or on the top floor of a beach house

with the sea streched out before us

"Go home, you lose, good day, sir"

Turn around and say goodbye

Gum-wrapper braclets and crying to

the moon

Glasses and braces and beautiful eyes

Sad behind the smiles

And sitting in the corner to escape the

staring eyes

But we live in funny looks because they

remind us that we are special

Man we are special

We aren't the Outcasts, for we know

how to live



For we know how to be ourselves, what

to do

on a rainy Sunday afternoon

To all of those who truley know me,

and yet love me anyway

I love you all