This is a story of a girl...
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~While attempting to make sense...
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...Melancholy…

Bitterness and alcohol,
Easing the pain, with every swig.
Going about; a new mask for each day
Confidence, happiness and beauty,
Washes down the drain like makeup.
Smiles, oh cheap plastic smiles
Covers up un-shed tears.
Happiness stolen, tossed aside
An empty husk among the litter-strewn ground.
Depression of long ago eats away,
Eating away a carefully constructed illusion.
Was there happiness in the delusion?
Or was the delusion the only hope of happiness?

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ...Slimplicity At It's Best...

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . That tree, I remember it,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Lying under its crisp green canopy,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .With its weaving branches
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . You were there beside me.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I remember thinking,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Thinking I must take a picture
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Then the thought was gone.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Months have past, and I walk by,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The tree is bare; the leaves fallen
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Fallen a long time ago.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .But I still remember,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . And I wait for the time,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .For the time to capture its beauty.

...Complications...

Looking but not seeing,
The shadows all-consuming.
Listening but not hearing,
The whispers near and far.
Turning blind eyes and deaf ears
To what is right in front of them.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .…Letting go…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Releasing memories
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .So pure in truth;
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The light and the dark
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Like white doves
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Caught in gold cages
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Gone; out of sight
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .In a rustle of feathers
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sweet smiles and laughter,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Silence and all the words unsaid.

Im the kinda Girl that
Remembers the smallest detail
But forgets to do her homework
The kinda girl who would talk on the phone for hours
But falls asleep watching T.V
The kinda girl who will laugh at every little thing
And get mad about the stupidest thing
The kinda girl who hates D r a m a
But seems to always get stuck in the middle of it
The kinda girl who is so afraid of getting her heart broken
But cant stand being single
The kinda girl who wont date just anyone
Yet all she wants is to be respected
The kinda girl who doesn' t care What people think about her
But spends more time worrying about saying the wrong thing
But that’s just me


I'm the type of person that has to fight and work harder than most people for most everything I want to do in life and I'm not one to give up when it starts getting hard, especially if it is something I truly belive I can succeed in.

I'm a self-confessed puta hermosa de la danza, what can I say it's fun! "flaunt, flaunt, wink, wink, zip, zip" Ah don't touch! XD

- House Parties - Dirty Dancing - Rain- Casual Drinking - Clubbing - Black & White as a Color Combo - Music (most any type) - Books - Art Galleries - Water - Artsy Films - Touques - Horror Movies - The Color Green - Nestea - Shiny Objects - Long Hair - Irony - Bras - Hot Chocolate - Long Showers - Scarves - Attractive, Yet Comfy Clothes -Stars - Pickles - Comfy Beds - Underwear - Earth Tones - Laughter - Cuddling - Stripes/Checkers/ Dolka Dots - Abstract Art - Silver - Caramel - Jewelary - Chaps - Belts - Dessert - Flowers - Purses - Sour Candy - Random Acts of Affection - Sushi- Random Bruises - Hypothetical conversations - Debates - Poetry - Cheese - Warm Sunny Days - Looking At People's Tattoos - Walking Around Bare foot - Mandrin Oranges - The Color Brown - People Watching -

My all time favorite Mainstream Movies are....Donnie Darko, Gladiator, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Requiem For a Dream, Edward Sicssor Hands, The Shinning, The Fight Club and Virgin Suicides...
Favorite Artsy Films are.... C.R.A.Z.Y, Barbarian Invasion, Amille, April, and Little Miss Sunshine ...More to come I just have to remember them...
Favorite Singers/Groups.... Metric, The Doors, Franz Ferdinand, Ok Go, Nirvana, Finger 11, She Wants Revenge, Johnny Cash, Poets Of The Fall, AlexisOnFire, Tegan and Sara, Pink Floyd, Neverending White Lights, Queens Of The Stone Age, Pilate,The Decemberists,The White Stripes, Death Cab For Cutie, and The Gorillaz.

- Needles- Liars - Obviously Ditzy Girls - Smoking Of Any Kind - People Who Pretend To Be Your Friend - Assholes and Catty Girls (but if in the right mood those people can amuse me to no end.) - Guys Who Believe They Are God's Gift to Women - Violent Drunks - People Who View Women as Sexual Objects - Cold Days - Spiders - Homophobics - Plain Socks - Forgetfullness - Studying - Winter - Healthy Food - Uncontrollable Tears - Being Sick - Uncertainty - Poachers - Racisim - People Who Refer To Their Or Others' Breasts As, "The Girls" -