No wonder you're late. Why, this clock is exactly two days slow!
this week's song is Monster, by Lady GaGa.
eden, you know, the sexually inappropriate one in the bowler hat. a bit, uh, fat, not particularly pretty, kinda pink in the face. dances with her fingers a lot.
To keep myself going, to desire life, I crave human contact and spontaneity. The more I have, the more I want. If I am starved of either I stop feeling the hunger.
One of those poor talentless creatures that insists on trying to create beauty regardless of what common sense and dearest friends may subtly whisper as its hand reaches for the camera, the pencil, the paintbrush. Silence is golden, but I always preferred plastic jewellery myself. Tacky, but absorbs more memories. And if one is going to desperately cling to someone else's idea of individualism, a scream swings the spotlight more readily than shy greetings. Yes, I'm one of those teenage girls-
Individual, just like everyone else...
I'm fourteen but I act five. Babbling, nonsense, eating rusks and squealing at pretty things all contribute heavily, I fear.
But who else can I be?
I can be a sweet person, talkative, but balanced out by listening to problems, replying in worthless cliches. I can also be cruel, harsh, witty (I hope..) and unafraid to swear like a pirate trapped beneath a cannon.
Which is what I am.
*hides stripy bloomers*
Can you tell how hard I'm trying? (:
you know those people that just piss you off without even trying, and you can only place about half of the reasons you dislike them, and you mostly don't want to actually injure them, but you'd do anything to not be anywhere near them?
that's how i feel about myself.
I SUPPORT LOVE.
I am the Emilie Autumn of Glitter-Graphics!
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How to break a heart...
It is not difficult.
Anyone can do it
So could you, if you tried.
Just find a light
And switch it off
As easy as blinking
That's what I was taught
When I was too young to ask
By ladies in white nightgowns
In dripping weeds and black ribbons
A girl's best friend is a small handgun
The question was useless
For I could say yes
But you've got to ask my army
And they are not inclined to grant favours just now.