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1/28/09 9:04 PM
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My name is Hannah Danielle and I’m fourteen years young. My birthday is March 15th. My favorite color is orange and my favorite song is Strawberry Wine by Deanna Carter because when I was younger, my foster sister used to play it on repeat for hours on end and it just stuck. My favorite movie is Sweeney Todd, but I think I like The Gaurdian better because The Gaurdian has actual meaning to it. I don’t have a favorite band, but rather favorite people who just so happen to be in a band. They are the Jonas Brothers and I don’t like them because they’re good looking, but because of who they are and the decisions they make. I like to read books in the kitchen because kitchens usually have very good light and the floors are always warm, and even if there isn’t food cooking, a kitchen is just a generally happy place to be. I like to think of myself as being a very out going person, but I know I’m really not and I’m more influenced by the people around me. I lie to myself alot because I don’t like the truth. Somedays I love myself and others I wish I didn’t exist. I stringed lights around my headboard because it reminds me of the stars and I think stars are very beautiful and mysterious things. I like to put myself in the position of other people because then I can think like them and feel the same emotions they do and understand things better. My life story is kind of tragic, but when I think back on my life, I don’t think it’s very tragic at all. I don’t really make friends, but tend to hang around with people I share similar views with on the weekends. I’m starting to forget what my grandpa looked like before he died and that scares me. I have moments that I look back on and I’m not sure if they actually happened or if I simply imagined them, especially moments from when I was really young. I’m afraid of my uncle for reasons I will never tell. Some things I keep bottled up inside until I explode and end up crying myself to sleep. I know it’s not healthy, but I don’t feel comfortable telling people some things. I’ve never had a boyfriend or even kissed a boy, but I like to imagine what it’d be like if I did. I’m very hard on myself alot of times and I wish that sometimes I could just let it go and tell myself I’ve done a good job. I tend to listen to the music other people listen to and watch the things that other people watch and do the things that other people do because I wish I had done them first. Sometimes at night my head is so filled with ideas that I cannot sleep and stay up late writing them down in a paragraph for people in the world who don’t really care to read.