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inhaling thrills through 20 dollar bills.
i found pink hearts in mommy's little pocket book
Created on 2005-05-24 22:21:57 (#7219037), last updated 2009-09-18
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Basic Info| Name: | Suzy > you. |
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| Birthdate: | 08-06 |
| Location: | represent!, Arizona, United States |
| Website: | [[myspace]] |
BioSeriously?
When I was a little girl I used to host what I called "talk shows." With 50lbs strapped to my skin I could fit just perfectly on top of the old vanity that sat unused in the back room. It appealed to me I don't know why.. maybe because I was so fascinated with having something to talk to. I could talk and in return have the comfort of someone staring back at me. I could be my very own best friend, mother, and father. And I always thought I was a different kind of girl, I could tell by the way the other kids looked at me at school and it made no matter to me. I knew that someday I would make my mark in the world and I would be beautiful and smart and people would know who I was wherever I went... and then I grew up and the world wore on me and those childlike fantasies were taken away from me. With each person that hurt or abandoned me, with each dramatic experience I underwent I started building a wall. As my own personal force field for myself I would add a new brick to the wall. Each brick had a color, a name, or a description, and by age 13 the wall seemed to reach the moon and behind it was my ability to express true and honest emotion. I knew I had to get away, I needed to tear that wall down before it took me down instead. But, it's still there and so is my mental defect to emotionally shut down.
LOVE
Oldschool LJ.
Maybe she'll snap her wrists doing cartwheels, or her ankle dancing drunken at some rave. Maybe she'll go through a windshield and have twinkling bits of glass stuck in her face.
When I was a little girl I used to host what I called "talk shows." With 50lbs strapped to my skin I could fit just perfectly on top of the old vanity that sat unused in the back room. It appealed to me I don't know why.. maybe because I was so fascinated with having something to talk to. I could talk and in return have the comfort of someone staring back at me. I could be my very own best friend, mother, and father. And I always thought I was a different kind of girl, I could tell by the way the other kids looked at me at school and it made no matter to me. I knew that someday I would make my mark in the world and I would be beautiful and smart and people would know who I was wherever I went... and then I grew up and the world wore on me and those childlike fantasies were taken away from me. With each person that hurt or abandoned me, with each dramatic experience I underwent I started building a wall. As my own personal force field for myself I would add a new brick to the wall. Each brick had a color, a name, or a description, and by age 13 the wall seemed to reach the moon and behind it was my ability to express true and honest emotion. I knew I had to get away, I needed to tear that wall down before it took me down instead. But, it's still there and so is my mental defect to emotionally shut down.
LOVE
Oldschool LJ.
Maybe she'll snap her wrists doing cartwheels, or her ankle dancing drunken at some rave. Maybe she'll go through a windshield and have twinkling bits of glass stuck in her face.
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Highland High School - Gilbert, AZ (2002 - present)
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