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Summer sucks. ]]> ~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/2903904/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/2903904/ Sat, 17 Jul 2004 12:08:40 PDT ~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/2662173/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/2662173/ Thu, 17 Jun 2004 21:15:26 PDT
You know, everyone goes on and on about how Vanilla Coke is better than Pepsi Vanilla and right now I can't really say I know which I prefer. They both taste pretty damn good to me.

That's right, Audrey. VANILLA. Insert sinister laughter right in here somewhere along with the sounds of Audrey's screaming of, well, you know, "pain".

Tomorrow is the last day of my Sophomore career. If I could spell that big religious H-word, I'd type it out right now.

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]]> ~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/2228620/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/2228620/ Thu, 15 Apr 2004 11:28:13 PDT s work right now. ]]> ~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/2012059/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/2012059/ Sun, 14 Mar 2004 16:23:15 PST
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~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1922533/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1922533/ Sat, 28 Feb 2004 17:13:15 PST [link] Read my comment near the end.

Fei-fei is back, which is cool. I love talking about Marilyn Manson positively and there aren't a lot of people I know who appreciate him.

I'm planning on using Hchan's lulluby for a prose. She allowed me to, but it seems like it's going to take me a long time to so that I don't desecrate it for her. I need to talk to her more about how she feels about her image and what it's saying. (She's really nice, by the way. I don't meet a lot of people through DA but the lot of them seemcruel. Hchan isn't cruel at all: she's adorable.)

You guys have to start IMing me!!! (The exclamation points mean business!) I have a whole DeviantArt group on my Buddy List with not a lot of people on it. Sadness ensues. My screen name is Exquisite Defect.

I drew something I think looks rather nice. I'm thinking if I can draw at least two more pretty things, I'll consider saving money up for a scanner so that I can atleast show my lesbian lover Audrey and my artist-friends Michiru, Hchan (can I consider you a friend?) and the such.

I am quite discontent with my last poem, at least I was until Voices (that's what I'll call you) complemented it so greatly.

I've been re-reading my poetry and I can't say I'm very satisfied. I'm thinking of taking down the lot of it but I don't know what the point of that would be since you've already read it. I'm thinking maybe I just don't have that much to say. "Unsympathetic Understanding" is probably the only poem I like. (I actually adore it, I think it's my best work.)

No one has commented on my pieces from my novels. Should I take them down?

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http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1826456/ Wed, 11 Feb 2004 03:45:46 PST ~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1804523/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1804523/ Fri, 06 Feb 2004 15:57:51 PST this time.

I have a thousand ideas for my novels and I keep wanting to write but I when I have to think about it, I'm really not getting anywhere.

I added a new person to my devwatch. Very talented; I found their website magically; cannot recall how.

Birthday Dealy on Sunday.
Actual Birthday on Wednesday.





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~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1714381/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1714381/ Tue, 20 Jan 2004 19:05:11 PST
My birthday is coming up. February 11th! Valentine's Day is coming up, as well. I expect to receive a lot of love from you all during those two days. Feel free to embarass yourselves and ask me to be your Valentine.




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... ]]> ~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1665516/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1665516/ Sun, 11 Jan 2004 20:16:50 PST
Hm. I don't think that's the point I was trying to make in this entry ...

Life is tumbling downhill and I can feel that I'm going to break my neck on something, soon. As much as the thought scares me, I await it in anticipation.

What will their faces look like when they hear?





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Fucking click them, damn you!






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http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1583409/ Thu, 25 Dec 2003 19:03:05 PST This is another one of those pointless 100 Facts things. If any one of you thought I had dignity, you were very, very wrong. Oh, by the way, these are very random facts that barely anyone knows about me. So, you know, consider yourself privileged? Um, you have to copy/paste this and bold the ones that apply to you. Please? It'll make me happy.

1. I hate Amy but I listen to Evanescence all the time.
2. The word “jelly” reminds me of the three little pigs and my friend Joe.
3. I like wearing feather boas, heavy make-up and fishnets.
4. Marshall Mathers and Brian Warner are my idols.
5. I hate obsessive yaoi fan-girls.
6. Gravitation subtitled didn’t make any sense to me a lot of the time.
7. I liked Tohma Seguchi even more after he pushed someone under a car.
8. My cat is a bitch.
9. My best friend deserves a dick shoved up her ass (most of the time).
10. I got off on picturing that.
11. I let my friends roll around in my bed and pretend it bothers me.
12. I have one wall in my room half-empty of posters because I’m lazy.
13. My boyfriend is a peepeeface.
14. Kurt Cobain makes me think of syphilis.
15. Courtney Love makes me think of drunk, rich teenage girls with large mouths and dick sucking tendencies and broken condoms.
16. I secretly like the Dead Kennedys.
17. The word “poser” makes me sad.
18. I head-bang in public.
19. I get off on just about everything, except (contrary to popular belief) your mom.
20. I do not accept having things I enjoy being disliked or put down.
21. I do not like a lot of my friends.
22. Jack Off Jill lyrics are GOOD.
23. I feel like less of a person when I listen to “pop-punk” bands.
24. I pretend I don’t dwell on things.
25. I like to fantasize about different ways to die ... during my Math class.
26. Tinsel makes me angry.
27. I love and respect my ex-boyfriend more and more by the day.
28. Only two of my friends know something about me.
29. My best friend isn’t included in that.
30. Carol Of The Bells is the best Christmas carol.
31. I’m glad I don’t have a tail.
32. I wish I had wings.
33. I like to pretend I hate LOTR.
34. I have a tendency to like ADORE ugly people.
35. Faster music is better than mellow.
36. I purr when I get angry.
37. I own a bass I cannot play nor try to play nor believe I’ll ever want to play.
38. I like everyone.
39. I am an attention-seeker.
40. I’m honest.
41. My best friend makes me cry more often than anyone else I know.
42. I think the sex scene in 8 Mile was the best sex scene ever.
43. I love My Little Ponies, Barbies and Care Bears.
44. I don’t understand people who think they’re better than me because of musical differences.
45. The existence of Slipknot makes me sad.
46. I like to write about suicide but I am not suicidal nor have I ever been.
47. I believe I was a gypsy in a past life.
48. I think reincarnation is an interesting idea.
49. I hope that there is no afterlife.
50. I’m mad at Jesus.
51. Trent Reznor’s intelligence turns me on.
52. I think bondage is overrated.
53. I am mad that Brian Molko is a better writer than me.
54. I think falling asleep is worse than waking up.
55. I don’t hold grudges but I bring up past quarrels in conversation.
56. My God sits in the back of a limousine.
57. I cry when I watch Chicago.
58. Anime is not my escape.
59. I have a stereotypical, made-for-movies-and-TV-shows crush on a rude ex-classmate who still doesn’t know I exist.
60. I don’t think I have a type.
61. I have close friends I talk to a rare amount of times a year.
62. I don’t see what the big deal is about leather.
63. I love it where I live.
64. I hate Pumba but I love Timon.
65. I hate the sound of a knife cutting on a wooden board.
66. I stay online waiting for someone specific to sign online and it’s neither my boyfriend nor a love interest.
67. I’d rather suck than kiss.
68. I like to tell people when I need to pee.
69. This number makes me smirk and sometimes giggle.
70. I have a Super Mario theme on my winamp.
71. I spend Friday and Saturday nights at home because I have a curfew.
72. I listen to a lot of shitty songs just because they remind me of me.
73. I think most teenagers have no business getting drunk.
74. I wish I had the balls to do drugs.
75. I need to pee.
76. Colors make me nervous so I only wear black (and sometimes white).
77. I enjoy wearing wigs.
78. I like to give people who dislike me reasons to.
79. For someone everyone thinks doesn’t have a heart, I cry a lot.
~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1560447/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1560447/ Sat, 20 Dec 2003 18:53:44 PST I'm one of the chosen ones.

Wow. I swear, sometimes, no matter how horrible they are to me or each other, my parents make me fall madly in love with them all over again.





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http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1539183/ Fri, 19 Dec 2003 03:42:13 PST To justify,
The rotten things he’s said.
He’ll mope around,
With love unfound.
“It’s okay. Mommy’s dead.”

She doesn’t care.
There’s nothing there.
She won’t notice the sun.
The moon is out.
She doesn’t pout.
She doesn’t even run.

He doesn’t hate.
Filled with debate,
He’ll suffer for the muse.
Show him the good;
Tell him he could.
He doesn’t want to lose.

She doesn’t show,
What you don’t know,
Except inside her room.
Unlike the rest,
She’ll try her best,
To be allowed to bloom.


Should I write more, leave it alone, submit it as a poem or leave it as a rant?


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http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1513803/ Tue, 09 Dec 2003 20:30:58 PST
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Add me as a friend and I'll add you. I like comments and I like TO comment. I'm going to be adding everyone from my DevList, whether I know them or not, onto my friends list.

Give me your usernames, please! Make my life easier! ]]> ~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1511295/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1511295/ Tue, 09 Dec 2003 11:55:53 PST
Now, I have no idea what I have been posting about (I apologize if I am repeating myself) but I recently had another panic attack. It wasn’t as horrible as the other ones but it was one, nonetheless, and I think that whatever it is that is wrong with me isn’t going to get any better if I keep ignoring it. I’ve been crying often lately and I cut an entire day of school on Friday. (Excuse me if I’ve already posted that, as well.) Everything is just ... Whatever.

I’m done. This entry has been open on my computer for two hours now and I don’t think I’m ever going to finish it.






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~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1451323/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1451323/ Tue, 25 Nov 2003 19:01:22 PST
... I'm not single anymore.




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http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1445662/ Mon, 24 Nov 2003 13:13:24 PST But this just hurts so much. I haven’t cried so hard since I broke up with Doug. I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. I don’t understand why they can’t trust me.

I’m grounded now. I’m grounded for being myself; I’m grounded for having scoliosis; And I’m grounded because my parents can’t trust me. And it makes me feel so horrible when I think about the future, when they expect me to be thanking them and I’ll be telling them how much they hurt me, how much they tore apart everything about me and made me into the depressed nutcase that I am. I can picture the look on my fathers face and that makes me want to keep it in myself forever. They’re never going to know how miserable they made me. They’re never going to regret treating me like I’m worthless ... And I want them to regret it, so badly. So badly I'd do anything.

(This is an angst-entry, I know. I hate writing entries like this but if I don’t, then I’ll just turn into one of those people who only blog about the boring, invariable events of their lives. I can’t do that, it isn’t who I am.)

If my parents can’t learn how to love me, how is anyone else ever going to? That’s what scares me the most. When I see the disappointed and disgusted looks in their eyes, I want to be either someone else or dead. Dead, sounding a lot better, of course ...

My mother just saw me crying and she said it out loud, which means my father heard. I hate feeling like it brings him joy to see me unhappy.





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~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1440020/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1440020/ Sun, 23 Nov 2003 15:08:44 PST
I haven't been eating a lot lately. If it wasn't for Joe always ordering pizza, I would be living on breakfast (if I even bother to make breakfast). My mom's getting worried about me, which is really cool, but isn't the reason I don't eat. I just hate the thought of consuming.

So, life, right now, really sucks. I'm losing count of how many times I've cried in front of my friends. I've been staying up late because I'm so afraid of the thoughts that come with falling asleep and then the process waking up.

It's times like these I wish I were dead. Just a little dead. Dead, inside, so I wouldn't be able to feel anything or think. Like a friend of mine. She's dead inside.

Lucky bitch.







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http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1428042/ Thu, 20 Nov 2003 13:39:28 PST
... You'd think that made me content.






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http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1415317/ Mon, 17 Nov 2003 19:34:04 PST
I've never been hurt so much by not caring.

...

Crawling down the thigh of adolescence.
Picturesque glitter in the corner of my eye.
How could I have been afraid or something so spectacular?
How could I mistake the act of laughter for a sigh?

...



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http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1406349/ Sun, 16 Nov 2003 16:44:19 PST
Sometimes I wonder if she thinks about me as much as I think about her; then when I imagine what could possibly go on in her head accompanying her thoughts of me, I feel like I’m going to throw up. Thinking about her perspective makes me feel like I’m a horrible person. That’s how she views me. She’s probably right, though. I haven’t done a single thing I could be proud of. I’ve actually done some pretty horrible things today; things that could ruin quite the lot of my friendships. I guess she’s right, then. I’d like to tell her she’s right. I’d like to see the look of satisfaction on her face. I want to make her happy. Is that wrong or weird? That I want the person who hates me the most to see me fail? I guess that makes me a good person ... which contradicts everything I’m trying to say. Oh well. Maybe it’s just been so long since I’ve seen more than a dirty look from her. Maybe I just miss not having her hate me even though I can’t remember that far. I like having her hate me, quite honestly. At least she has strong feelings for me ... even if they happen to be quite negative; they’re still strong.

I don’t know. Joe’s disappointed in me. Just when I thought I could trust him and that he wouldn’t be like every other “best friend” I’ve had, he starts acting weird towards me. He keeps telling me he’s in a weird position because I’m with Frankie and we’re both his friends and he’s worried about what it’s going to be like when we break up. I guess it was inevitable. The more I love someone, the easier it seams to be for them to leave me.

Connor and I spent the whole day together. I think he lost as much respect for me as Joe has. Oh well. Everything’s always too good to be true.

Jason didn’t call me today. Thus ending that, as well.

Mom, Dad and I have been invited to two houses for Thanksgiving and that’s cool because Thanksgiving is too grand of a holiday for us to spend at home, eating on our laps in our pajamas with our hair uncombed. We’re very pathetic, poor people. I like holidays when they’re spent in groups. It’s just wretched to spend Thanksgiving sitting online.

I’m severely unhappy but on the bright side, I looked really good today. Sure, I look obese and grotesque, but my hair looked radiant, my skin was smooth and my breasts looked existent. I felt pretty and I’m going to have to settle for that. I also felt important, wanted and alive. But at the same time I felt young, inexperienced and used. Today was good until I came home. That always makes everything a thousand times worse.




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http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1396625/ Thu, 13 Nov 2003 14:50:12 PST
Since I’m so infatuated with this atmosphere and this novel adoration, why am I on the computer, you ask? I’m guess it is because I’m fading out of reality again and I’m trying to grip the little amount of it I can. Frankie called to pull me out of my trance inviting me to accompany him to a play he’s going to see at his school at seven for extra credit. I like being invited places so now I wait for my mother to come home so I can beg for her permission. Father-Dearest would be the second one to ask because I have less of a chance getting what I want from him. It’s sad that I used to get along so well with my father until he lost all trust in me. He really had no reason to. I don’t do half of the horrible things my friends do. Now he thinks I’m a slutty pothead. Oh well. I might as well be, I guess. I am whatever you say I am.

I’m going to light some candles and maybe just lie in bed staring at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of the cars speeding past my building and the couples arguing in different languages. Right now as I zone into the outside world, I hear a bus stopping; releasing a roar as it regrets having to stop every two blocks to pick an old lady up. I hear a car screeching to a halt. It sends the same negative chills in my body as the sound of fingernails on a blackboard would. I’m discontent for I hear no voices. I smell not cigarettes or joints, which is quite unnerving since it’s usually all the comes from the outside world into my room. In a state of defeat, I place my away message back onto my computer screen, post this entry and return to reading my book in the darkness. What a wonderful day off.



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Tulio : “In the dead of night, you and I, we’ll grab some provisions, hijack one of those long boats and then we’ll row back to Spain like there’s no manana!”

Miguel : “Back to Spain, yeah?”

Tulio : “Yeah!”

Miguel : “In a row boat?”

Tulio : “You got it!”

Miguel : “Great. Sensational. That’s, that’s your plan, is it?”

Tulio : “That’s pretty much it.”

Miguel : “Well, I like it! So, how do we get on board?”

Tulio : “... In the dead of night, you and I, we’ll grab some provisions, hijack one of those long boats ...”




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~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1387422/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1387422/ Tue, 11 Nov 2003 15:26:55 PST
A new age of reason.
Brain treason to trick the mind.
What good is searching if nothing's there to find?
We arrive at this place of no return, my brothers.
Only to discover that our minds have led us away,
So far from the painful truth of who we are.

What's right is wrong.
What's come has gone.
What's clear and pure is not so sure.
It came to me.
All promises become a lie.
All that's benign corrupts in time.
The fallacy of epiphany.

Come forth bear witness.
See the profit from your loss.
Beg for forgiveness only after you tally the cost.
We arrive at this place of no return, my sisters.
Only to discover that our values ran us aground,
On the shoal in the sea of what we could be.

If it's real for me do I have to prove it to you?
Why do revelations fade to cold blue untruths?
It's oh so relative.
Subservient in total to one's perspective.





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Rest... ]]> ~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1376843/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1376843/ Sun, 09 Nov 2003 11:26:16 PST
This chick's amazing! HOLY SHIT.




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- Fala's got the most adorable images. And we go way back into the ML world.
- My music talker-er. MANSON AND NIN. < 3
- The most inspiring images, ever!
- She draws the most kickass horses.
- DRE. Dre and I go way back. He's my baby. <3
- Poet. I love poets. <3 NIN!
- Pandawandapoo. Shoutbox WHORE.
- Phaze! The sweetest guy in the world.
- POETRY. And a kickass icon.

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~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1370288/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1370288/ Fri, 07 Nov 2003 17:17:49 PST
I'm not breaking up with him, after all. I have to stop letting people do my thinking for me ...




~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1350567/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1350567/ Sun, 02 Nov 2003 15:23:45 PST
Syl is _________.
I like it when Syl ______.
Syl should _____.
I wish Syl would ______.
Syl is a ______ person.
Syl should go out with _____.
Syl should kill _____.
I want to______ Syl.
Syl is a ______friend.
Syl should _____ more.
Syl should _____ less.
Syl's best feature is _____.
Syl has a good _______.
Syl should _______ me.
Syl should act more _____ around me.
If I could get Syl to do anything I would make her _____.
Syl freaks me out when she __________.
Syl acts _____ around people. ]]> ~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1324102/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1324102/ Sun, 26 Oct 2003 06:52:46 PST staring into space
there's an ocean of unpleasantries
we are not prepared to face

sitting on the fence post
to watch the storm roll in
and terrified of the damage
it will bring when it begins
it will begin

splintered dreams of unity
so far from reality
independent trajectories
separate terms of equality


our lives are parallel
our lives are parallel
our lives are parallel
our lives are parallel

is there no redemption?
no common good?
is there nothing we can do for ourselves?
or only what we should?

comes the hard admission
of what we don't provide
goes the insistence on the ways
and means that so divide
they so divide

side by side suffering loneliness
phony collective progress
accepting that it's all such a mess
gesturing without hope of redress


our lives are parallel
our lives are parallel
our lives are parallel
our lives are parallel

forging little plays of deception and pain
as we watch our foundations crumble away
staggering like birds against a hurricane
and trying all the while
to stay out of each other's way

broken dreams of unity
independant trajectories
screaming out for understanding
turning inward and suffering


... bad religion



http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1314017/ Thu, 23 Oct 2003 15:08:41 PDT bold.

Adam.
Adrienne.
Agatha.
Akaguroi.
Akira.
Alexander "Ecks".
Alexandra.
Andrew.
Andrew "Andy".
Ariel.
Ashley. (not named after anyone. it's a coincidance.)
Bakageta.
Beatrice.
Belle.
Bernadette.
Boke.
Caitlin.
Cassandra.
Candy.
Catherine.
Chad.
Charlie.
Cherry.
Cygnus.
Daisy.
Dana. (not named after anyone. it's a coincidance.)
Dandelion "Kitty".
Delia.
Dominique.
Eric.
Eve.
Fifi.
Filth.
Fukuzai "Arino".
Gaisho.
Haillie.
Haillie.
Hayai.
Hissori.
Ikiji.
Isabelle.
Itamae.
Ivy.
Jakutan.
Janet.
Jasmine.
Judy "Dee".
Julie. (not named after anyone. it's a coincidance.)
Kain.
Kaja.
Kanki.
Karen.
Katai.
Katie. (not named after anyone. it's a coincidance.)
Kea.
Kenkyoufukai.
Kitahni.
Kizu.
Koishi.
Lady Abigail.
Lillith.
Lily.
Lynn.
Matthew.
Max.
Meiru.
Michael.
Michelle.
Michelle.
Mike.
Millie.
Misato.
Miss Lena.
Mondaiji.
Nakamahazure.
Niisan.
Omeko.
Paige.
Pine.
Piper.
Rachel.
Raine.
Reese.
Ri.
Rita.
Rose.
Sharon.
Shinikaru.
Stacie.
Stacie.
Thomas.
Tiffany.
Travis.
Trinity.
Three.
Trixie.
Tsukeme.
Veronica.
Violet.
Vivica.
Whitney "Whiz".
Willow.
Ying.
Zachary.



... AND MORE!!!

You know what would be funny? If I tried to write out their stats. Wow. That would take ages.









~fragilefacade http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1298417/ http://fragilefacade.deviantart.com/journal/1298417/ Wed, 22 Oct 2003 03:38:39 PDT asked me to make a few lists. Here they are. They’re incredibly honest so, just ... don’t judge me? I hate being judged. Hah. Ain’t that the most original thing anyone has ever said? (Some of these things seam foolish and unimportant but they are of significance to me.) These are the only things I could come up with, for now. I’ve only spent a few minutes on this. If I think of anything else, I’ll add it.

Things I Like About Myself

01. I defend everyone no matter who they are.
02. I find it impossible to hate anyone except myself.
03. I’m very open-minded and tolerant.
04. Writing.
05. I don’t like lying.
06. I adore being there for people.
07. I don’t know how to turn my back on people.
08. I hate myself.
09. When I love, I love with everything I have.
10. I forgive.

Things I Hate About Myself

01. I never forget.
02. I say things I don’t mean.
03. I’m blunt.
04. I’m overly paranoid and don’t trust a lot of people.
05. I’m depressed most of the time.
06. I fall in love easily.
07. It’s very difficult for me to fall out of love.
08. I refuse to have sex.
09. I refuse to take drugs.
10. I refuse to drink alcohol.
11. I’m a terrible girlfriend.
12. I cry all the time, sometimes for no reason.
13. I can’t take a joke.
14. I can’t take a complement.
15. I flirt with everyone.
16. I always embarrass myself.
17. I always find a way to ruin a good time.
18. I care too much about people who don’t care for me.
19. I care about school but cut classes, never study and rarely do homework.
20. I’m quite uncouth. (Foul-mouthed and manner-lacking).
21. I’m not a wild, fun type.
22. Friendship is dreadfully important to me.
23. I can’t dance.
24. That I want to cry right now.
25. Having small breasts.
26. Taking things for granted.

Things I Like About My World/Life

01. When it is time to sleep.
02. When someone cares enough to hear me.
03. Being able to talk openly about anything.

Things I Hate About My World/Life

01. Waking up.
02. All of my friends putting me down.
03. Having my musical tastes put down.
04. My parents putting me down.
05. My heritage.
06. My parents prejudice.
07. My parents hatred for each other.
08. My parents disapproving of everything I believe in.
09. My friends disapproving of everything I believe in.
10. Almost everyone thinking negatively of me.
11. Not spending any time with Katie and Ashley anymore.
12. Having scoliosis.
13. I get sent to Europe against my will.
14. All of my “best friends” end up hating me.
15. I like everything my friends hate.
16. My best friend can’t even have a conversation with me.
17. Consistently losing everything of significance.
18. Not meaning enough to anybody.
19. Not ever having anyone feel for me what I feel for them.
20. Not ever having anyone understand me.
21. Not ever having anyone act on their so-called love for me.









Best Buds:


People Who Know I Exist: (ABC)