I WAS A STRANGE CHILD
there are no words to describe you.
except maybe: strange. unique. different.
what kind of child were you?
(brought you by april)

errrrrrrrm.

I am teh recluse.

I am teh outsider.

(yadda yadda yaddle. same old. same old. you know the drill. But as Jay says, "IT DOESN'T MATTER KRISTINA! You're going to Austrailia! right.)

My friends ignore me.

And why do people look so shocked when I tell them I wante to be a tortured alcoholic when I get out of school?

*pouts*

I used to want to be an actress. Now I want to be a tortured alcoholic actress.

oh. By the way. Sparta- Greenhouse Tarot. Sparta r0x0rs. *nods*

(8)this might just be the saddest day I've ever known(8)

I don't know anymore.

I'm starting to wonder what anyone ever saw in me.

Older Stuff:
i'm a chargin mah laz0rz. - September 30, 2008
the summertime blues - June 21, 2008
my life so far - March 22, 2008
empty pockets - February 19, 2008
speech pattern changes - March 12, 2007

don't be afraid of the future. it doesn't include you, it only removes you.

It is the duty of every patriot to protect his country from his government."
- Thomas Payne