They say i cant last a day in the real world, i say you wouldnt survive one night in mine. Notorious and sh-t i would trade it for the world. Im infamous but da-n you cant help but love this sh-t closure, by asking alexandria
Sarcastic Bitch
24 / Female / Oregon now, United States
Straight / Single & Looking
Member since:
Oct 18, 2014
Last online:
Sep 17, 2020
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About Me
I don't sugarcoat things so I'm certainly not about to sugarcoat anything about me! Anyways I'm just a shy, awkward chick who enjoys chatting. Still a virgin and not looking for anything sexual. I mean if something like that happens it happens. So I take life as it comes. I have a dream of either being a singer or a mortician. I have more respect for the dead than I do the living, thats because once someone is dead they cant do anything to hurt you. I'm a mix between a hippie and a goth, so a goppie I guess haha. That sums up me, just a sweet, shy, laid back chick who enjoys chatting.
Well lets see I have KiK and it darlisa1405 so if ya'll wanna add me please do!! I also have skype and my thing is lmfaolj (there are no capital I those are L's) and if that doesn't work ya'll can use my email which is natsudardar@yahoo.com
Oh I absolutely love cats. Along with every animal also cx
Favourite Music
Anything really haha, but my favorite song is by Secondhand Serenade and its Fall for You.
Man I haven’t been on in months and I forgot about the site. I can honestly say that there are some people on here that I miss talking with. I hope they’re doing alright and that happiness finds them well because at some distant point in time you were all my world.
Well I've recently moved to Portland, Oregon. It's nice here I love it. Also I have decided that love is just not for me. Never again will I sing someone to sleep, or be taken advantage of by "friends". Love is fickle and fleeting. It's simply just not for me.
Death is a mystery, I want to slove it. So lets play a game. I have a bottle of pills that put me to sleep, just taking two knocks me out. I have 27 total. Lets see how many it takes to slow down my heart enough to stop it.
I think people are starting to dislike me. That could just be the depression talking and not be true though. But lately I've been wanting to break down for no reason and just kill myself. My dad's worst fear is out living me so thats the only reason I'm still alive. I don't care about anything else anymore.
Humans are sad, pathetic excuses for dogs. They're like domesticated wolves, loyal until you forget to feed them. Don't give someone what they want an they'll "bite" you. They'll make sure its a lesson you don't forget. Go ahead, bite me. I'll bite back and a lot worse.
I got bored but finally beat the thing that was blocking my creativity!! Here is my final product of the poem...Honey my demons run soul deep
Racing, raving, wreaking havoc on my sanity
Eating away at my immortality
They rip at my conscience and bruise my morals
They hide in wait down the halls
The monsters under my bed moved into my head
The paranoia seeps through the cracks on my skin
My eyes prove I'm dead
Tears roll off my chin
I cant breathe any longer while they grow stronger
Their hands inch down my back
Patiently they wait for when to attack
Finally they gently pull me into the abyss
Life sends me off with her final kiss
DAMN, YOU CHILDISH FOOL!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHY PEOPLE DO THE THINGS THEY DO SO JUST SHUT UP!!! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP YOU IMBECILE, HIGH AND MIGHTY ASS!!! UNLODGE THE STICK UP YOU ARSE!!!
Life's game has gotten boring. I don't want to be apart of it anymore. Too many sleepless nights have been spent crying over everyone that has hurt me. I've seen more people turn their backs on me and use me in vulgar ways than the number of tears I have cried. I'm finally done, finally ready to let go. No one has heard my cries for help so far and they probably still wont.
I slept fine last night, but only after I cried and told myself it'll be ok 50 times over. I hate those cards. I can feel the thing that they invited into my house. The shadow that's followed me ever since I was 3-5. I can feel its eyes look me over slowly, waiting for my guard to be down enough for it to strike. I can almost feel its breath run down my neck. I still don't know what to do. I'm scared the nightmares will come back, its presence will start to loom over me, and I'm beyond terrified of what it can and will do to me.
