Liffish

Been super busy, wouldn't have it any other way :))

Looking for first car (sure not getting it till next year lol) and Aaron Nixon is being mean :(( HAHAZ!!! Bye Byez BLOG!!! ^.^ and yes GAY PRIDE!!! ^,^

Bloody Jack

"Jack-Be-Nimble, Jack-Be-Quick, better watch out, or he'll give you a rip."

Mrs. Hiller

OMG-ness!!! I'm glad that i'm Mrs. Hiller...I shall do my best Brit accent ever ^.^ love, Jolie Laide

I Am Loved

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AFTHOTWTTF

LOL had so much fun yesterday at the play, i was Gymnasia the courtesan in A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum. lol loved it so much, thn went to McD's with the group, Isabel, Tayla, Stephanie, Aidan, Diego, Matt, :))) kk cya!

YAY!

I believe i can fly...not really haha. I am here and i shall put some random poetry on here :)) I am so happy right now! I love my shoes, my tee, my jeans, my MAKE UP! :)) I am so freaking happy!!!!

You know what this means! GAY PRIDE! RAINBOW POWER! ^.^
Jolie Laide is OUT!

Valentine's Day

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Hey There Delilah

I am under the impression that if i were to get a brand and place it in a fire and watch it heat and glow passionate orange and press it to your skin and watch it painlessly burn you,....If i were to mark you as mine, would you accept it and dance with me in a field of Aster? Would you drink rainwater sweetened by wild honey? Would we feast on dreams, and sleep on hope? Or would you gaze at me with steely gray eyes, and tell me you've lost yourself to responsibility?

Sometimes i wish the world wasn't so superficial. That everyone was spontaneous, and free, and random. But then, you couldn't walk at school and think to yourself "Wow, they're living a lie, and when it comes down to it, i'm going to be laughing at them when they hold on to their mask at night, to afraid to metamorphosize into the butterfly they are. Because everyone else is determined to be a caterpillar forever.

Meow?

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Requiem

Well here we go again, down this same old path. I walk in circles, stop and smell the flowers, get carried away with my words, and let my emotions run amok... yet all i can think about is you and how truly unstable you are...Life...why do you treat me this way? After I've dedicated myself to keeping you happy, why do you place in my path people who are determined to undermine and overlook me. I'm not complaining though...merely curious. I have so many friends I know actually care about me :) Thanks all of you haha for putting up with my Bipolar-ness, my Insecurities, my Loneliness, and my Know-it-all demeanor. I love you guys more than Life herself. You guys are the reason she's still alive. When things get dark I'm happy to say you bring Life to the Light and chase away Depression and Loneliness. I know some days i get immensely sad, and some days i am extremely annoying, i pray you guys forgive me :) But I'm glad you know who i am. and you look past my fragility and you see me. Thank You so much :)

Smitten With Smoldering Sycophants

I guess i could say I've always been taken advantage of. But that would be giving you way too much credit. Can i help it that i never liked saying "No." I'm pretty sure that I'm still human. A fragile, insecure, terrified human. I guess i doomed myself right from the beginning. Why oh why didn't i learn my lesson? Why oh why did i try so hard to be weird, to stand out, to be different? Couldn't i have put on a mask and blended in with you? Couldn't i have just stood up for myself? All those years, i was teased and tortured and made to feel like dirt. They were all my fault. I tried. I bragged, and puffed myself up, tried to intimidate, but no i was foolish. Still am actually. Hiding behind a thinly veiled screen of superiority. I've always sympathized with The Wizard himself. Respect was so valuable he paraded as the All Knowing of Oz. But the truths hurt so much. What would you do if i told you, I'm not smart??? I'm just a fraud. My so called "Brains" are just a result of loneliness, sarcasm, and incoherence. I lost myself in the books i read, i memorized the things i know now as a way to lose myself even more. I hid and rearranged myself and now what am i left with? A facade of intelligence and absolutely no emotions whatsoever. While other teenagers are asking themselves, Who Am I? I'm asking myself, How Do I Lose Myself More???

Comment subtile, les mots dont vous parlez sont empreints de haine, encore lacés avec la douleur.

Parfois, je voudrais pouvoir vous étrangler, parfois, je voudrais qu'il soit, vous et moi, dans le couloir de la mort. Face à une vie de crime juste pour cette merveilleuse éclatement à court d'adrénaline. Plus enivrant que n'importe quelle drogue devant elle.
si le monde est beaucoup plus grande que la cage de votre petit verre ...
et si ensuite la gaieté de vos rêves ne peut comparer à la piété de vos espérances, que faites-vous quand les deux ne sont jamais et ne sont jamais les deux?
Je vous le dis, vous tombez, à plat sur votre visage, et prie le soleil de s'arrêter si brillant, la lune d'arrêter de tirer les marées, et la chute monde entier dormait à votre commande ... Chut.
Calme. Avez-vous entendu? il est appelé silence. La fin est venue pour nous deux. Je vous souhaite bonne nuit.

How subtle, the words you speak of are full of hatred, yet laced with pain.

Sometimes I wish I could strangle you, sometimes I wish it were you and me in the corridor of death. Facing a life of crime just for this wonderful short burst of adrenaline. More intoxicating than any drug before it. if the world is much bigger than your little glass cage ...
and then if the gaiety of your dreams can not compare to the piety of your expectations, what do you do when the two are forever and are never both?
I tell you, you fall flat on your face and asks if the sun stopped shining, the moon to stop pulling the tides, and falling world slept with your order ... Shhh.
Calm. Have you heard? It is called silence. The end has come for us both. I wish you good night.

Parfois, je regarde mon visage propre et je ne sais pas qui je suis. Je vois un morceau de chacun que je sais enfouis sous la peau ...

il est appelé délire, que certains appellent le tissu distinguée de générosité monstruosité, mais vous et moi sont intelligents ... ce soir nous allons montrer au monde notre horreur véritable de socialite et de la hiérarchie, et leur dire exactement comment se comporter dans le hall de Mozart.

Sometimes I look at my own face and I do not know who I am. I see a piece of everyone I know buried under the skin ...
it is called delirium, which some call the fabric of generosity distinguished monstrosity, but you and I are intelligent ... tonight we'll show the world our true horror of socialite and hierarchy, and tell them exactly how to behave in the lobby of Mozart.

Conversation.

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No regrets?

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Falling down.

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