Female , 18-21

I like to watch. I like to write. I like to try new things and meet new people.

Last Seen Dec 3, 2012
Member Since Dec 22, 2009
Favorite Quote Ego Si Relapses Resurgo
  • a little Irish
  • and a little Scottish
  • and a little Native American
Vices ciggarettes
Politics Very Liberal
Horoscope Sagittarius
Special day
Books Realistic Fiction, Mangas
Music Alternative
Movies Horrors
Local Time May 24th, 9:27 AM

I Write Poetry

Foul Mouth Lapping up the lies and choking on misdeeds I close myself off from everything and knowing what I could be I ***** myself of you of things we've done when... [more]
  • I Am a ___. Ask me Anything.

    I Am A Writer I've been writing for 6 years. I write mostly poetry, but I've written a few essays and short stories as well. I've written 495 poems, 5 short stories, and 6 essays, as of this moment. Writing is m… [more]
  • I Write Poetry

    Destruction Greedy hands With singed fingertips Digging into The spines Of the hopeless And down-trodden Whispering Sweet nothings From empty mouths… [more]
  • I Write Poetry

    I Love To Write I've been writing poetry for 6 years. I've written 477 poems to this day. I'm always looking for people to read my work and tell me how I could better it. It is my dream to publish a few books of p… [more]
  • Venting Confessions

    Diabetic Rant
    I hate it when someone who knows far less about diabeties than I, tries to tell me how to control my diabeties. I've had this disease for 10 years. I know every little detail there is to know. So unless you're my doctor, please keep it to yourself. Also, just because your grandmother or grandfather has diabeties, or your uncle lost a leg from it, DOES NOT mean you know what I go through every single day. You couldn't possibly understand unless you yourself have it. And please, please, people who know nothing about this disease, do some research. I have a life, okay? I really get tired of every 5 minutes someone coming up and asking me a million questions. … [more]
  • Health Confessions

    Me and Myself
    I expect too much from my body. I expect it to hold up. I expect it to hold out and hold out until I find the time, get around to, or just feel like giving it what it needs. I have a good body. Better than I deserve given what I've put it through. One day it's just gonna stop and I'll be left with a sack of flesh that I can't do anything with.… [more]
  • Health Confessions

    Virus [In Poem Form]
    It began. An itch with an ache just at the nape of my neck. Then the shakes. And I convulsed- jerked. Teeth all a-chatter. Not cold, but burning, with my stomach churning. I cried out but the fan was blowing and no one was knowing my pain. I rolled out of bed- an ache in my head- and I crawled. Finding the wash room, I collapsed in the tub. My limbs quit working, all the while hurting. I ******** off my clothing to ease the constricting. I heard my mother come in and she saw me. All naked and retching. Pathetic and crying. She washed me and pet me, and put me to bed. "I'm sick" I mumbled. "I'm sorry" she said.… [more]
  • Health Confessions

    When I have an allergic reaction and break out in hives, I have to take off all my clothes because i'm so hot and itchy, and it literally hurts to wear my clothes. :/… [more]
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    Posted on: July 10th, 2010 at 12:54AM

    Inside I was screaming for you to touch me. But I'd no longer respect you if you did. I want you on me and with me. But if you know me the real me, the me you can't typically see- I'm afraid that it won't be the same. Not anymore, not after you touch me. Because then I'm just her. That girl, that lay. That easy f-uck you had that day. Your eyes would open wide and you- you would see me, nothing but me. Me in my nothingness- my nakedness. Then every time you see me that's all you would see. And you would want to press repeat- on this, on that, on what could've been. But you didn't even try to touch me. Because you don't see me that way.… [more]