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Don’t…just don’t
Don’t pretend to be my friend
I don’t need your fake pity
I don’t need your unreliable friendship


Don’t think I am that stupid anymore
Don’t think my friendship is only at your convince
Know my friendship is all or nothing
Don’t think I will just wait around for you to come back


Know that I am reliable and dependable
Know that your secrets are safe with me
Know that I will be there around the clock
But, know that once I am done I am truly done


Don’t misunderstand me
This is not a cold-hearted declaration
This is just me walking away
This is me finally doing what best for me


Don’t think I am unaware
Don’t think I don’t know you used me
I knew well, and I let you
Because for a time I needed you


You may think you are the victor
You may think you won
But you are just another fatality in my mind
Just another friend that left the battlefield


Don’t be arrogant
Don’t fool yourself
I will be just fine without you
I was long before you


I won’t give up because you are gone
I will fight for what I want
I don’t need you around
I am stronger standing alone


However don’t kid yourself
I won’t be a human shield
I won’t protect or defend you when I am done
I won’t fight for you anymore


So when you walk away remember these rules
Leave me be
Don’t look back
Don’t think you are part of my life


This is not a final warning
This is not a red light for you
This is not me trying to find closure
This is me…This is my goodbye


Farewell to a fair weather friend
“Kit write it out….” Those are the words that snap me from the trance that I got myself into by letting my thoughts run wild…I look up at them meeting their dark eyes…not even having the energy to glare as I look at the computer then down at my hands in a perplexed state….


‘Write what….who I am mad at….why would I do that…if they can’t figure it out from my tone…or my silence they don’t deserve to hear me say it….Write about feeling used….acknowledge the fact...the fact that everyone that gets close uses me for money…support…or just to do what they don’t want to…why would I do that? They know what they do…they don’t need me to tell them they are wrong…unless they don’t feel it is wrong….then they are disillusioned with right and wrong…but it is not my place to fix them….write about my stress…Why? That it my burden to bear…and I can…I am usually better under pressure….write about people that have left…again that seems pointless….if they are gone then they will never see this….they hung around just long enough to waste my time….’ All this runs through my head as I stare at the blank word document….with the flashing line baiting me to start typing…I rest my elbow on the table…and my head in my hands….Realizing that it is in fact humming in pain still….I start to hum….and that hum starts to fade into real music….


After a short time I blink my eyes open, and am slightly startled by the violet eyed woman staring back at me….she looks familiar….but names and faces are the first thing to escape me….I look at her not quite willing to make the first move…finally she stands and motions for me to follow….I rise to my feet feeling somewhat unwilling….I look to my left and right…this place is really empty…My world has very few remaining residence as of late….I choose to focus on her back as she walks away….She turns some corners weaving in between some buildings, and finally she stops in front of a large metal door, and looking down at the ground she extends her arm and points at the door….Her long hair hiding her face from my view now…I mumble “This is where I am suppose to go…” she only nods her head, then turns and continues walking on…I stand there debating rather to follow her…or follow the path she has set me on…after much debate I try the door…


Upon entering it slams shut behind me…And I am encased in complete darkness…. Though I still hate to admit it…I use to have a fear of the dark….When I say that I mean I had this fear well into an age that most people have abandoned it…However, that was a fear that I was forced to more or less abandon due to situations that arose….I put my hands out as precaution so that I do no run into anything, and start to wander through what feels like a never ending abyss…I can tell to my left there is a wall…and as far as I can reach to my right there is nothing….


I nearly jump out of my skin when a cold hand closes around my out stretched one….Fingers lace with mine…and I am pulled along with enough force to make me almost lose my footing…I made a decent recover…I can mildly make out the hand…but everything beyond that is still completely dark…when I try to pull my hand back they clench their fingers  tighter not willing to let it go… All I know is that we are not following a straight path anymore…The person leading me along is winding and twisting…they aren’t being overly considerate of the fact that they are pulling me along as my shoulders…and elbows have hit a number of what I would guess are concrete walls and are even started to hurt a little…


Eventually I feel their clammy hand untangle from mine, but instantly clamp around my wrist…. they guide my finger tips to what feels like a metal handle…I hear a light laugh…and then the feeling of their hand on my wrist vanishes… I look to both sides and chuckle and sigh, “As if that would help…” I couldn’t see them despite how bad I wanted to know who that was…I close my hand around the door handle….just as I start to pull it down I let out a pained screen as my hand starts burn with a searing pain… I retract my hand and pull it close to my chest pulling my sleeve over…I look around half expecting someone to be there….there is a lot popping and with that a light flickers on above me…I don’t know if this is an attempt to help me or force me to look at what just happened….I pull my hand from my sleeve and cringe looking at me hand… spots are bleeding on my palm…and among them are blistered spots…not one to leave anything I bring the my hand closer to my face to get a better looking…Looking at one of the particularly large blisters I bring my other hand up and pull at the skin….I hiss as the skin peels off opening the blister….Deciding against opening the others I pull my sleeve back down over my injured hand and hiss again as it rubs against the open wounds…Not having learned my lesson and wanting to move forward I put my covered hand back on the door… but now it doesn’t even feel hot…I push down on the handle and in on the door so that it swings into the room….I enter cautiously keeping the sleeve on my shirt pressed to my palm as it seems to be alleviating the pain…


I enter into the room…I can hear crying…something I am not entirely comfortable with…I don’t expect people to comfort me when I cry…and infact…they never really have…actually very few people have seen me cry…but redirecting my thoughts to the situation at hand I remember that I am horrible at comforting people… I am completely unsure what to… What’s worse is this does not sound like a girls crying…I am even more awkward when guys cry…I don’t know…I just have a harder time when I see them cry…I walk on…and finally there is a faint yellowish light shining down on a figure sitting on the floor, appearing to make themselves small…I l creep closer slowly trying not to draw attention…but the closer I get the more aware I am that I know this person…and that something is wrong…When I am standing off to the right of the person…they look up at me…I stand shocked in place…A scream caught in my throat and thank god….


Their jaw hangs loosely to one side of their face as if connected by a lose hinge… this completely defies how the body works…but this is none the less a horrifying sight…as blood has soaked the front of their shirt…tear tracks have burned trails down their face…they reach a hand out for me …a stomach turning noise coming from their throat… It like a gurgle of blood managed to escape the mangled mouth…they stumble on their knees trying to grab at me…but out of repulsion and fear I take a step back….they try to keep pace with me…and this causes their knee to slide in the puddle of their own blood…I mutter “Jake…” as the figure slides face first into the floor…but vanishes as they hit leaving me all alone with my head spinning trying to keep up with what I just saw…I look around in a panic…but in fact…any trace that he was there is gone….in its place is a torn up piece of paper…in scratchy almost unreadable writing it says, “When you do what is best for you…it might not be best for everyone involved….is there really a need for such selfishness?” I look around having a really weird feeling…and fold the note tucking it back into my pocket…I look one more for any signs that he was really here…feeling drawn to help if he was….but there is none…I stand there for a minute feeling really unsure of my self…I don’t want to enter into that darkness again…there is a greater fear of the unknown than there is of anything else….I close my eyes…and once again enter with my hand outstretched….


This wandering seems to go on for a long time…the most concerning thing is that at times I feel a gust of wind or what feels like something brushing up against me as if it is running past me…at these moments I have to freeze in place for a second…pulling my arms in tight… take a few deep breaths and convince myself to move forward…after a few seconds I always do…but I completely halt in my tracks when I hear a light giggle…and a little girls voice “Over here!! Hurry!” I look around…I am pretty I sure I turn in place a couple times…but at this point I have completely shut down in fear…I look around one more time….but then stumble as I feel two small hands push harshly on my back…this time I am unable to recover my balance… the fall is not a short distance to the ground…but rather I fall for an amount of time…Like I have been pushed down into a pit…Eventually I hit the ground… there is no pain…but rather a struggle to breathe… I turn my head frantically gasping to fill my lungs with air….Then suddenly I just want to stop breathing….


I lock eyes with blue eyes staring back at me…I don’t know what to do…its like I can’t move…My head begins to pound with a mixture of voices as I stare into these unblinking blue eyes…the person staring back at me is no longer alive….and without them…I am not me…and if I am not me…who am I? this delusional panic is enough to send my mind tail spinning…the voices are blurring together but distinct phrases stand out “Listen to them…” “No, remember who you are…” “Don’t do that…” “Ungrateful for everything I did…” I look around in a panic…those voices aren’t actually in my head…that much I am suddenly aware of…they are outside…I just can’t seem to see who they belong to…Slowly the capability of moving returns to me…I flounder around trying to get away…


After struggling like a mad trapped animal for some times…It feels like once gain my arms won’t move… this time the lack of mobility is coming from my wrists…It feels like they are pinned at my side…there is something behind me…I open my eyes not even fully realizing I closed them in this panic….I look straight up…I am sure my eyes are bearing a wild look from my struggle…I am back in the ally where the violet eyed woman led me…and there is in fact a person holding onto my wrists…I stare at them for a minute….I am not sure if this time they are friend or foe…I look at them for a long time…They take their hand from my wrists…they pat the top of my head…and in voice that calms me immediately say “is everything ok kit?” Suddenly it all seems to click…everything I was struggling to remember…they were never a foe…I reach up touching my head…what is going on with me…There is blood on my hand…I look back up at them…and they seem not to notice this…its almost like they are looking at me…but they can’t see the real condition I am in…are they becoming like everyone else…those blue eyes that looked so dead just a few minutes ago are staring at me…the person has a smile on their face…once again something just doesn’t feel right…


I look down…there is blood on my clothes…my hands still covered in blisters…I know a spot on my head is bleeding…but just to test them I say…”Yeah…everything is just…fine…” I look at them waiting…waiting for them to call me on it…any sort of reaction…but instead they pull into a hug…



“That is great to hear…” they say bringing a hand up to the back of my head while hugging me…something I utterly detest…something is wrong…my heart starts to flutter…and it feels like something snaps…I shove them back…and it is like something in me shifts…any feeling I had is replaced with anger…


“You aren’t him! Get away from me!” they reach out a hand to touch my head, but I slap it away… “Don’t touch me!” I scream at them stepping to the side so that I have an opening behind me to get away… “Don’t you dare…don’t you dare act like the rest of the world when you look like someone that cares about me…” with that I open my eyes and I am back in front of the blank word document…I look up…the boy from early that asked me to write is still staring at me expectantly….I stare at him for a moment…We have known each other long enough to be completely honest so finally the words escape my mouth…. “You know what I am most sick of?” I ask.


“What is that kitten?” he asks in an almost mocking tone…I assume he expecting my answer to be something sarcastic….but not this time…I am going to be completely honest…


“People like you…” I say in a matter of fact way…


“people like me?” he questions with a fake hurt expression on his face…


“Yeah people like you…that at one point or another pretend to care about me…but you don’t…when you act like you do…its for selfish reasons…and it all seems so one sided…you never notice when I am struggling…or hurting…” I look him in the eyes…its almost like his dark eyes are battling with me…like he dislikes that I finally said that…


“I am sorry you feel that way…” he says rather calmly turning his back on me exiting the room, but stopping in the doorway to finish his statement, “But that is just how everyone is…” he walks off into the other room…leaving me unsure if I should follow or not…but I stay in place….


“I figured that out a long time ago…” I whisper…
I Already Knew
I am sorry if this seems a bit choppy...but its off a nightmare I have had...and the dream itself is choppy...my whole mind has been recently....but at the same time some things are becoming more and more clear to me....I hope someone enjoys this...but yeah...there is some stuff going on...and I guess right this is me working through it 
I guess part of: Just my imagination series 


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So....Last night I posted a journal....and this is just kind of an apology....for the first time in a while I completely fell apart...I just broke apart....left where I was...and ended up crying....but....honestly....this is the first time in a long time....previously I use to worry myself sick and break apart...and end up in a place where my mind would just keep cycling back and even if someone told me something I was not looking so much for them to give me an answer as I was looking for them to answer in a certain way....i know it sounds weird but I did talk to someone and they said it is just a form of OCD where your brain won't allow you to believe something unless or until the person answers in some exact words you are looking for....and it has been better....much better....I think its reared up once or twice in over year...and one was actually cause a good friend of mine convinced me that another friend of mine...one that I can literally not lose at this point was mad at me over something that was not really a fight....and he's not...we met up and really talked....and he said that he agreed it was not a fight...it just changed things and that it was ok...that he wasn't mad and that for once he was glad to see me doing what was best for me and someone else in my life....

Things there are actually ok....we have had a few bumps in the road....but we are ok....that thing that I posted last night...that was one of them...but he was not mad at me....he did freak out when it happened and more when he found out it was something that required surgery...yeah it has put a number of things on hold but that doesn't mean they won't happen....But....I think even this happening was part of the break down that happened last night...I have not allowed...or given myself the time to deal with this one...the friend that wants to do Wednesday dinners when I told her said she was so surprised by how well I was handing this one...but like I said on here this is not the first time something like this has happened....and i guess I had better support this time....and well like everyone keeps telling me it was never going to be.....but that....it doesn't make it easier....but thats the thing....I just needed to let myself deal with it....and I think last night helped....and well the other person this affects is ready to look forward and see what our options are...he is looking at one that I would really have to think about as it is something that I dealt with...and I don't know if it is right for us...but we will talk about it going forward.....

I think it sucks that sometimes the people that know us best and can maybe give us the best guidance at the time we need it are the ones that hurt us the most....there are few people in my life that I have the most complex love hate relationships of anyone ever....but like everyone else I am not able to cut someone out of life entirely....I have somethings in my past that make me feel responsible if something bad happens because I wasn't there enough....maybe that and there is the more selfish underlying reason of wanting answers to questions that maybe there is no good answer to...but last night I made a call....a call that ended up lasting over four hours...and I was shocked....It was....different...I guess not at all what I was expecting....but it helped....and it was one of those rate occasions that I did not feel like everything that happened was my fault.... I don't know....one conversation is not going to change years and years of history with the person....especially when they have changed sooooooo much....but I guess it is nice to know that they have not completely lost the part of themselves that made me want to be around them initially...

Lets see.....I hit on the friend thing last night....and I meant everything I said....even if I am not still a part of someones life or we don't talk it does not mean that I stop caring or that I will completely stop being there for them...I never change my emails or phone number....it just means that I am not going to force myself into their life...but I think the fact that so many people are ok with walking away....or just using me for what I am good for has made me very hesitant to let anyone else in....I am going to try with this one friend of mine...I think I am going to make the effort to go on Wednesday...It is just going to take some time for me to lower the walls that I have put up....I am hoping to see one of my good friends later today...everyone jokes with me that I am like the worst psychic ever because I will say " I feel like Brandon is going to want to hang out today...." but for some reason it is always the day after....so maybe I'm not that bad I'm just a day ahead....haha....

I am hoping to woke on more art soon...I know it has been a while but I have been really busy and whats so odd is things have changed....I keep having the dame dreams its just with different people...and the basic premises is the same...we go out somewhere they vanish and other people...not so nice people appear....or I am just left there alone...like one example of this was I have a horrible fear of being in a car accident and my friend Brandon understands this...I managed to get my license but he still picks me up to hang out...well i had this dream that he was driving and we were talking....and well this massive i swear to god cola truck pulled out in front and we slammed into it...and like it actually hurt in the dream...I could see my hands were bleeding...the side of my head was pounding...there was like this horrible ringing in my ears....but then I look over and Brandon is just gone....I mean gone like he was never there....hahaha part that makes me a bad person was I panicked about 3 things....where my phone was (All though this is a response because of the people I have known) How I was going to get home...and how I was going to explain to the police that my friend basically got raptured the second we hit the truck....I told him about this and he was dying laughing at me...Then another one I had I was in this like....I don't even know how to describe it...mountain...crafty....gift shop thing and it was huge....not my type of place either...but the person I was with vanished and I just remember I ended up looking at something while I was looking for him.....but then....I just heard a voice say something that just made me very aware of who it was and that I was in deeeeeeeeeep trouble....it wasn't long after that when I woke up....but thats really been it....I mean its not worth a post....and well poetry...hmmmm anyone that has taken marketing knows there is nothing poetic coming to mind after that class...it was hell....a 52 page marketing plan...thanks to anyone that took the survey on here that went into that paper.....

Lastly school....Like i said I am getting ready to start a new semester....I am ready and thankful I am taking my worse class with someone that I went to high school with...she was nothing like I thought...in a good way....and well I am ready....I think I need something to keep me busy...and I am so close to being done and then I would still love to move to AZ or somewhere like that....I am still looking for an internship this summer...I have a fall back on at a local nursing home....more than anything it is for the experience so I would be working in their accounting department....

So....here is a real in depth update....I am sorry about last night....I just really snapped....I am grateful for those that are willing to snap me  back and deal with me....Hope everyone has a happy new year...
  • Mood: Emotional
  • Listening to: Don't Lie
  • Reading: Midnight Palace
  • Watching: )AHS Asylum (One more disk)
  • Playing: Alpha Saphire
  • Eating: nothing at the moment
  • Drinking: White mocha
It has been sometime since I have update this....and there is a number of reasons for that....there has just been allot going on...some good and some bad...actually kinda horrible that I didn't want to talk about...but.....I don't know...I don't know....i think there are some things that one can't recover from....and I am realizing that burying them is a coping mechanism that only lasts so long....hmmm I don't even know where to start.... I guess with the good...I had to drop one class this semester because the final fell when I was out of town....but other than that I managed to get an A in all my classes....I was ready to tear my hair our because I had two massive group projects and I ended up doing everything...and that amounted to about 32 pages in one class....and about 20 in another....but its done....and another one is about to start....yay....but thats one step closer to getting out of here.....

My mom and I are at war....I know a number of people say that they hate their mom...but in my case it is really true....I mean they adopted me....and then...I don't know I feel like she has been trying to get me out of her life since i was 10....and I am really tired of it...it is a mix between her not having time for me because of my siblings and the fact that she believes the best thing a woman can do is marry a man and out not have to work at all....but that isn't what I believe in...and that really makes her unhappy....not to mention the fact that the person she thinks I am suppose to be with....just announced his engagement to this other girl....god help her...but thats put us at even greater odds then ever...and then I was gone for thanksgiving and christmas....and that just did not help...sigh....I don't know why it bothers me....I guess because she is mom and I want her to want me...but she just doesn't....and I am so tired of fighting for the approval of people that will never give it to me....I think it is time I do what I want...I have regarded her feelings at the expense of my own for too long....

I think I have completely shut myself down to people...I have a really good friend that came back from an internship and we use to be really close and she is wanting to do Wednesday night dinners because she is worried about me...I can't say that I want to...and its not cause I don't love her....but because I am having a hell of a time letting people near....I kind if distanced from one friend....had a huge blow out fight with another and well she ended up replacing me like she said she wouldn't...and I think i finally managed to put that behind me but then my last best friend said he was moving....so I started to distance from him to make it easier...but this his circumstance change....but its still hard to get close to him because I feel like that is betraying my former friend...and for me even if we aren't friends anymore I never stop caring about that person....or their feelings....I will still always be there...but I guess I am hesitant to let anyone else near because I am tired of getting hurt or just being used for what I am good for to them....sigh....I guess I am just having a breakdown....

The reason the one friend is so worried about me is because I had to bail on like two weeks of plans....and at the time I didn't tell her why....but I had just had a surgery and it was for a kind of....difficult reason....sorry I don't want to go into detail still....but it wasn't even the first time something like this has happened actually its like the third....but this time people keep telling me that it would never have been anyway....but that doesn't help....and its just affecting someone else....and its just another thing thats getting to me....I am so tired of feeling not good enough....I don't even know anymore....but she is worried and I can't tell her everything....so I am trying to put on a brave face and go....Someone told me something like "It doesn't matter how you feel....get up....get dressed up...and show up..." they meant in an encouraging way....so thats what I am going to do....I hope everyone else is doing better than I am...Happy New Years...
  • Mood: Pain
  • Listening to: Immortals
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: AHS Asylum
  • Playing: Alpha Saphire
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: water
Hey everyone I am taking a marketing course, and we have a huge project for our final....and for that we need people to take a survey...so while I sit here an wait I thought I would post this....if anyone can take just a few minutes to take it, I would very much appreciate it...Its completely anonymous, and only the professor will see the results...Thanks to those of you that take it...

kwiksurveys.com/s.asp?sid=t48o…
  • Mood: Pain
  • Listening to: Carousal
  • Reading: Marketing Mang
  • Watching: AHS Freakshow
  • Playing: Naruto
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: water
It has been sometime since I have update this....and there is a number of reasons for that....there has just been allot going on...some good and some bad...actually kinda horrible that I didn't want to talk about...but.....I don't know...I don't know....i think there are some things that one can't recover from....and I am realizing that burying them is a coping mechanism that only lasts so long....hmmm I don't even know where to start.... I guess with the good...I had to drop one class this semester because the final fell when I was out of town....but other than that I managed to get an A in all my classes....I was ready to tear my hair our because I had two massive group projects and I ended up doing everything...and that amounted to about 32 pages in one class....and about 20 in another....but its done....and another one is about to start....yay....but thats one step closer to getting out of here.....

My mom and I are at war....I know a number of people say that they hate their mom...but in my case it is really true....I mean they adopted me....and then...I don't know I feel like she has been trying to get me out of her life since i was 10....and I am really tired of it...it is a mix between her not having time for me because of my siblings and the fact that she believes the best thing a woman can do is marry a man and out not have to work at all....but that isn't what I believe in...and that really makes her unhappy....not to mention the fact that the person she thinks I am suppose to be with....just announced his engagement to this other girl....god help her...but thats put us at even greater odds then ever...and then I was gone for thanksgiving and christmas....and that just did not help...sigh....I don't know why it bothers me....I guess because she is mom and I want her to want me...but she just doesn't....and I am so tired of fighting for the approval of people that will never give it to me....I think it is time I do what I want...I have regarded her feelings at the expense of my own for too long....

I think I have completely shut myself down to people...I have a really good friend that came back from an internship and we use to be really close and she is wanting to do Wednesday night dinners because she is worried about me...I can't say that I want to...and its not cause I don't love her....but because I am having a hell of a time letting people near....I kind if distanced from one friend....had a huge blow out fight with another and well she ended up replacing me like she said she wouldn't...and I think i finally managed to put that behind me but then my last best friend said he was moving....so I started to distance from him to make it easier...but this his circumstance change....but its still hard to get close to him because I feel like that is betraying my former friend...and for me even if we aren't friends anymore I never stop caring about that person....or their feelings....I will still always be there...but I guess I am hesitant to let anyone else near because I am tired of getting hurt or just being used for what I am good for to them....sigh....I guess I am just having a breakdown....

The reason the one friend is so worried about me is because I had to bail on like two weeks of plans....and at the time I didn't tell her why....but I had just had a surgery and it was for a kind of....difficult reason....sorry I don't want to go into detail still....but it wasn't even the first time something like this has happened actually its like the third....but this time people keep telling me that it would never have been anyway....but that doesn't help....and its just affecting someone else....and its just another thing thats getting to me....I am so tired of feeling not good enough....I don't even know anymore....but she is worried and I can't tell her everything....so I am trying to put on a brave face and go....Someone told me something like "It doesn't matter how you feel....get up....get dressed up...and show up..." they meant in an encouraging way....so thats what I am going to do....I hope everyone else is doing better than I am...Happy New Years...
  • Mood: Pain
  • Listening to: Immortals
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: AHS Asylum
  • Playing: Alpha Saphire
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: water

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Sakura2349
Kitsune
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Alright so you can see what i look like in my gallery i tried it as and ID and i hate that picture of me like expanded so yeah....I'm stuck looking like that since plastic surgery and needles scare the life out of me. I use this account mainly for writing I have posted a couple pics and stuff but...I have no artistic ability other then writing and even there i feel a little shakey. Since i have joined here i have been feeling a little better about it seeing all the kind comments and the people that have added me.

I write the best when I am upset and that is really a regular attitude. There is about two things that keep me upset enough to pull out a good sad story. Most of the conversations in my stories are based of conversations i have had with a few of the people i know. That is kind of sad if you read Between Bonds and see how Itachi treats Yumi...Anyway the way i look at that situation is..."At least it pulled out a good story.

For the people that visit my page regularly yes this is updated. I hate keeping things the same for long periods of time. People who know me for real know this is true. I am on my third backpack of the year. I try to dye my hair at least once a year...The worst was dying it black because i really did look like Orochimau.

I may not look like the happiest person or even come across as it but here is the reality of it all. Life is hard, I haven't always found myself in the best situations but i am not a depressed person. I have good friends that i know are always going to be there for me and such so i can be happy knowing that. If anyone want me to add them as a friend on here I would gladly be willing to do that. If anyone has questions feel free to ask me.

I really hope everyone who comes here enjoys my writing. I really love when people leave me a comment so please drop me a line.

Current Residence: USA
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Favourite genre of music: pop
Favourite photographer: ummm again one of my friends
Favourite style of art: umm like the manga form
MP3 player of choice: ipod nano
Shell of choice: conch
Wallpaper of choice: Anything Orochimaru
Favourite cartoon character: Orochimaru
Personal Quote: The cure for death itself. The answer is immortality. By creating a legacy,
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I have interest in one of the jackets...Umm I suck it drawing so if you want something done for you it would have to be writing or photography...check out my gallery and see what i am capable of...so those to subjects more then likely unless it was simple and i will give llama badges...also points from this might go towards my group thanks a bunch

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PhantomMonkey Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the :+fav: :winner:
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JutsuGal1208 Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2015
THX 4 TEH FAV!!! :woohoo: :hug: :iconiamhappyplz:
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Louxel Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav, wow devianrtArt has changed so much since I last used it and I don't know what's going on (What are these coins/points thingies?)
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Sakura2349 Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2015
I don't know what the coins are to be honest, but the points can be used to buy things like premium membership and items from the store. Haha, how long has it been? They've made these changes gradually
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Louxel Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Ya, I didn't know what they were called,last time I used dA was more than 5 years ago.
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Sakura2349 Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2015
Well, welcome back :)
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MioA-1 Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2015  New member Student General Artist
Thanks for the fav x3
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emma-i-viani Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2015  New member Student General Artist
For that gave, you get a...watch!
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Sakura2349 Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2015
I'll return the favor :)
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charcoal--emblem Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2015
Thank you for adding Classroom Scribble.1 to your favourites! ^^
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