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- Name
- Lyrica
- Age
- 13
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- United States
- Joined date
- September 25th, 2009
Stories
I hate my Life and I hate Edward Cullen!
Latest update: Part 4 on November 10th, 2009Just a small-town girl
Latest update: Part 2 on October 13th, 2009At the Tokio Hotel
Latest update: Part 2 on October 9th, 2009Woe is Life, my sweet...
Latest update: Part 2 on October 6th, 2009
Poems
To Ryan (can't say his last name)
October 8th, 2009Red Ink (complete)
October 8th, 2009Background
October 8th, 2009How I look a her (a vampire guy pov)
October 1st, 2009
Friends
rawr. damnitt. rawr
Tormentor13
Electric Goat
rae.
Dirty Liar
emopoet12
blackstarxx0x1
Dorkola
JaspersGirl108About
yeah, hey,
this is sort of about me ... i guess but...
sometimes i think my friends don't care about me... I have thoughts of suicide at night
nobody knows how I feel on the inside
i don't have a boyfriend like the rest of my friends...(I have a great imagination, i only dream about some guy to tell me he loves me)
I feel alone all the time...only the comfort of my I-Pod, computer,and notebook, I can find my happiness
my mother is crazy as hell
I regret everything I've done in the past
I wish i could meet a guy just like me that knows my pain
im turning to the dark side...(WWJD?)
im writing a book about how I really feel about things (White Roses with Blood)
I love playing gutiar
I love music
I love writing
I love my friends
I love cute guys (that are the perfect guys for me, I guess)
I'm 13 but I don't want people telling me I'm too young to write about sex XD
11:11 make a wish...
And I'm tomboyish
I LOVE Tokio Hotel now :-)
SHANE DAWSON ROXS!
WHO EAT ALL THE PECAN SANDIES??
THE BIRD IS THE WORD!!
YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...
You talk to yourself a lot.
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself.
When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else.
You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then disappear off the face of the earth.
You're e-mails tend to be pages long.
When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.
No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.
The letters on your keyboard are wearing off.
Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.
People think you have A.D.D.
You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.
You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.
When someone questions your weirdness you state I'm a writer. Becasue that explains everything.
You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason
Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.
And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101.
If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, add this too your profile...
There are such people as Emo Goths....like me but.... I LOVE JESUS.....
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when a guy says your HOT
he's looking at ur body
when a guy says your PRETTY
he's looking at ur face
when a guy says ur BEAUTIFUL
he's looking at your heart
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~*Stories*~
BOY: I love her more than the air i breath
GIRL: well im always here for you.
BOY: I know.
GIRL:What's wrong?
BOY: I like her so much.
GIRL: Talk to her.
BOY: I don't know. She wont even like me.
GIRL: Don't say that. You're amazing.
BOY:I just want her to know how I feel.
GIRL:Then tell her.
BOY: She wont like me.
GIRL: How do you know that?
BOY: I can just tell.
GIRL: Well just tell her.
BOY: What should I say?
GIRL: Tell her how much you like her.
BOY: I tell her that daily.
GIRL: What do you mean?
BOY: I'm always with her. I love her.
GIRL: I know how you feel. I have the same problem. But he'll never like me.
BOY: Wait. Who do you like?
GIRL: Oh some boy.
BOY:Oh... she won't like me either.
GIRL: She does.
BOY: How do you know?
GIRL: Because, who wouldn't like you?
BOY: You.
GIRL: You're wrong, I love you.
BOY: I love you too.
GIRL: So are you going to talk to her?
BOY: I just did.
GIRLS- If you think this is sweet, put this on your page.
GUYS- If u are man enough to say this to a
girl you love, put this on your page.
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Girl: Do i ever cross your mind?
Guy: No
Girl: Do you like me?
Guy: Not really
Girl: Do you want me?
Guy: No
Girl: Would you cry if I left?
Guy: No
Girl: Would you live for me?
Guy: No
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Guy: No
Girl: Choose - me or your life
Guy: My life
The girl runs away in shock & pain & the guy runs after her & says...
"The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why I'm not willing to do anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life."
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A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle
Girl: Slow down im scared
Guy: No this is fun
Girl: No its not please its to scary
Guy: then tell me you love me
Girl: I love you slow down
Guy: Now give me a big hug
She gave him a big hug
Guy: Can you take off my helmet & put it on yourself its bothering me.
In the newspaper the next day a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road the guy realized that the breaks were broke he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him he loved her one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so that she would live even if it meant that he would die. If you would do the same for the person you love copy this in your profile
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this is sort of about me ... i guess but...
sometimes i think my friends don't care about me... I have thoughts of suicide at night
nobody knows how I feel on the inside
i don't have a boyfriend like the rest of my friends...(I have a great imagination, i only dream about some guy to tell me he loves me)
I feel alone all the time...only the comfort of my I-Pod, computer,and notebook, I can find my happiness
my mother is crazy as hell
I regret everything I've done in the past
I wish i could meet a guy just like me that knows my pain
im turning to the dark side...(WWJD?)
im writing a book about how I really feel about things (White Roses with Blood)
I love playing gutiar
I love music
I love writing
I love my friends
I love cute guys (that are the perfect guys for me, I guess)
I'm 13 but I don't want people telling me I'm too young to write about sex XD
11:11 make a wish...
And I'm tomboyish
I LOVE Tokio Hotel now :-)
SHANE DAWSON ROXS!
WHO EAT ALL THE PECAN SANDIES??
THE BIRD IS THE WORD!!
YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...
You talk to yourself a lot.
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself.
When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else.
You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then disappear off the face of the earth.
You're e-mails tend to be pages long.
When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.
No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.
The letters on your keyboard are wearing off.
Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.
People think you have A.D.D.
You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.
You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.
When someone questions your weirdness you state I'm a writer. Becasue that explains everything.
You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason
Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.
And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101.
If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, add this too your profile...
There are such people as Emo Goths....like me but.... I LOVE JESUS.....
●▬▬▬▬▬๑۩۩๑▬▬▬▬▬▬●
when a guy says your HOT
he's looking at ur body
when a guy says your PRETTY
he's looking at ur face
when a guy says ur BEAUTIFUL
he's looking at your heart
●▬▬▬▬▬๑۩۩๑▬▬▬▬▬▬●
~*Stories*~
BOY: I love her more than the air i breath
GIRL: well im always here for you.
BOY: I know.
GIRL:What's wrong?
BOY: I like her so much.
GIRL: Talk to her.
BOY: I don't know. She wont even like me.
GIRL: Don't say that. You're amazing.
BOY:I just want her to know how I feel.
GIRL:Then tell her.
BOY: She wont like me.
GIRL: How do you know that?
BOY: I can just tell.
GIRL: Well just tell her.
BOY: What should I say?
GIRL: Tell her how much you like her.
BOY: I tell her that daily.
GIRL: What do you mean?
BOY: I'm always with her. I love her.
GIRL: I know how you feel. I have the same problem. But he'll never like me.
BOY: Wait. Who do you like?
GIRL: Oh some boy.
BOY:Oh... she won't like me either.
GIRL: She does.
BOY: How do you know?
GIRL: Because, who wouldn't like you?
BOY: You.
GIRL: You're wrong, I love you.
BOY: I love you too.
GIRL: So are you going to talk to her?
BOY: I just did.
GIRLS- If you think this is sweet, put this on your page.
GUYS- If u are man enough to say this to a
girl you love, put this on your page.
---------------------------------------------------------
Girl: Do i ever cross your mind?
Guy: No
Girl: Do you like me?
Guy: Not really
Girl: Do you want me?
Guy: No
Girl: Would you cry if I left?
Guy: No
Girl: Would you live for me?
Guy: No
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Guy: No
Girl: Choose - me or your life
Guy: My life
The girl runs away in shock & pain & the guy runs after her & says...
"The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why I'm not willing to do anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life."
---------------------------------------------------------
A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle
Girl: Slow down im scared
Guy: No this is fun
Girl: No its not please its to scary
Guy: then tell me you love me
Girl: I love you slow down
Guy: Now give me a big hug
She gave him a big hug
Guy: Can you take off my helmet & put it on yourself its bothering me.
In the newspaper the next day a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road the guy realized that the breaks were broke he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him he loved her one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so that she would live even if it meant that he would die. If you would do the same for the person you love copy this in your profile
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .*
. . . . . . . . . . .*. . . . . . . ** *
. . . . .. . . . . .*** . . * . . *****
. . . . . . . . . . .** . . **. . . . .*
. . . . . . . . . . ***.*. . *. . . . .*
. . . . . . . . . .****. . . .** . . . ******
. . . . . . . . . ***** . . . .**.*. . . . . **
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. . . . . . . . .*********. . . . . *
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