Krispy
- Name
- Kris
- Age
- 19
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- In your closet
Member since January 18th, 2006
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About
Look up at me
You see a god...
Look down at me
You see a man...
Look straight at me
You see yourself...
- Charles Manson
I am the religion of I Dont Know, People Suck, and Why Bother. I have the philosophy of eat less, chew more, talk less, say more and G. O. I (Get. Over. It) I am the gender of You Cant Have This Anyway. I am Too Short in height, and Annoyed With my width. My hair color is Guess. My country is (The Government Was Here) The Province I live in is [Exploit] I am in grade [1 2 3 4 5 6 7 all good children... go to heaven?] I write about Life hope truth trust faith pride love lust pain hate lies guilt laugh cry live die. I draw what I see in the mirror, no matter what it is. The music I make is [ A little peice of heaven. ] I am in love with him. My friends are many, worthy, and everything. Every day I wake up and get ready to [Scream Shout Cry Doubt Purge and Puke and Choke my pride and die a little more inside] Every night I go to bed with [him,them,her,you] on my mind. Every time I cry I - go a little insane. - I am afraid to tell him that he's all I need. I'm afraid he'll tell me I'm all that he doesn't. I am terrified of what's inside. I won't eat anything with a face. Sometimes when I'm sleeping, I wish I was gone... Sometimes when I'm awake, I know people wish I was too. He loves me and I know it, but I still wake up crying feeling like he won't. I have nightmares or nightfears but never nightdreams. I want to be younger when I get older. You don't know me, but after talking I'll assume I know everything about you. I'm deaf, blind, and mute when I'm trying to make sense of things, but when I'm not trying to everything is clear. I've gone through every teenage angsty phase possible and I still think I know very little to what there is in the world. [ But I still know a hell of a lot more then most people] Every day I look in the mirror and think, Why don' t I look like her? And then I look at her again and go... oh, yeah. That's why. I'm good enough for you. Unless you are Billie Joe Armstrong, in which case, I withdraw that statement. I give in easily, and I know I shouldn't. I don't understand you- hell, I don't even understand myself! I like to think I can get away from it, but it's always going to catch up with me. I'm not normal, I'm a different creature. You dont like me? I dont like me either. (But sometimes I love me, so I'll get over it) I hate talking about things because when you ask someone to listen, they take that as a sign to talk about themselves. My guidance counsellor thinks I need anti-depressants, but my mom won't let me take them. psst... I still want them sometimes Never trust ANYONE who tells you to trust them. Trust is found when deserved. he deserves it... You'll never get what goes on between my ears, above my eyes, and below my hair. Look into my eyes and see nothing, everything, something, anything you want to. I don't care what you think of me but secretly I do... The reason for my low self esteem is most likely them I tell people my problems WAY too damn easily. I count down the hours, then the half hours, then the minutes by fives, then the seconds until the bell, until I have to leave for school, until bed time, until I can talk to him, until the end, and I'll probably waste my entire life doing it. If you think putting a 3 instead of an E, a 2 instead of to, or a Z instead of an S is creative, you're horribly mistaken. You're my enemy until proven my friend. I am not stupid. I am, however, not so bright. I am not like her. I am not what they say. But probably most importantly, one thing you'll have to remember, one thing you should ALWAYS remember so as not to be disappointed-
I'm not perfect. And I never will be.
I never expected this from Toronto...
Yeah... You're really beautiful now.
- Janis Joplin, at a riot-driven concert in Toronto meant to be in support of peace
You see a god...
Look down at me
You see a man...
Look straight at me
You see yourself...
- Charles Manson
I am the religion of I Dont Know, People Suck, and Why Bother. I have the philosophy of eat less, chew more, talk less, say more and G. O. I (Get. Over. It) I am the gender of You Cant Have This Anyway. I am Too Short in height, and Annoyed With my width. My hair color is Guess. My country is (The Government Was Here) The Province I live in is [Exploit] I am in grade [1 2 3 4 5 6 7 all good children... go to heaven?] I write about Life hope truth trust faith pride love lust pain hate lies guilt laugh cry live die. I draw what I see in the mirror, no matter what it is. The music I make is [ A little peice of heaven. ] I am in love with him. My friends are many, worthy, and everything. Every day I wake up and get ready to [Scream Shout Cry Doubt Purge and Puke and Choke my pride and die a little more inside] Every night I go to bed with [him,them,her,you] on my mind. Every time I cry I - go a little insane. - I am afraid to tell him that he's all I need. I'm afraid he'll tell me I'm all that he doesn't. I am terrified of what's inside. I won't eat anything with a face. Sometimes when I'm sleeping, I wish I was gone... Sometimes when I'm awake, I know people wish I was too. He loves me and I know it, but I still wake up crying feeling like he won't. I have nightmares or nightfears but never nightdreams. I want to be younger when I get older. You don't know me, but after talking I'll assume I know everything about you. I'm deaf, blind, and mute when I'm trying to make sense of things, but when I'm not trying to everything is clear. I've gone through every teenage angsty phase possible and I still think I know very little to what there is in the world. [ But I still know a hell of a lot more then most people] Every day I look in the mirror and think, Why don' t I look like her? And then I look at her again and go... oh, yeah. That's why. I'm good enough for you. Unless you are Billie Joe Armstrong, in which case, I withdraw that statement. I give in easily, and I know I shouldn't. I don't understand you- hell, I don't even understand myself! I like to think I can get away from it, but it's always going to catch up with me. I'm not normal, I'm a different creature. You dont like me? I dont like me either. (But sometimes I love me, so I'll get over it) I hate talking about things because when you ask someone to listen, they take that as a sign to talk about themselves. My guidance counsellor thinks I need anti-depressants, but my mom won't let me take them. psst... I still want them sometimes Never trust ANYONE who tells you to trust them. Trust is found when deserved. he deserves it... You'll never get what goes on between my ears, above my eyes, and below my hair. Look into my eyes and see nothing, everything, something, anything you want to. I don't care what you think of me but secretly I do... The reason for my low self esteem is most likely them I tell people my problems WAY too damn easily. I count down the hours, then the half hours, then the minutes by fives, then the seconds until the bell, until I have to leave for school, until bed time, until I can talk to him, until the end, and I'll probably waste my entire life doing it. If you think putting a 3 instead of an E, a 2 instead of to, or a Z instead of an S is creative, you're horribly mistaken. You're my enemy until proven my friend. I am not stupid. I am, however, not so bright. I am not like her. I am not what they say. But probably most importantly, one thing you'll have to remember, one thing you should ALWAYS remember so as not to be disappointed-
I'm not perfect. And I never will be.
I never expected this from Toronto...
Yeah... You're really beautiful now.
- Janis Joplin, at a riot-driven concert in Toronto meant to be in support of peace
Hello.
Princess of Punk, August 9th, 2007 at 03:46:50am
woohoo my chemical romance rock!!!
from chadam
chadam, June 7th, 2007 at 07:28:39am
hi its me
from chadam
chadam, June 6th, 2007 at 08:08:42am
you're prettyful
Not a Real Doctor, April 5th, 2007 at 07:54:25am
WLI!!! How come you are not online??? If you are not online in 30 minutes. Then you are officaly a sharmota. And I know you don't want that.
Anybody that is reaidng this. This is an inside joke.
Racha_K, February 2nd, 2007 at 01:57:20am
Keyfeek my little sharmota???? lolll That's Arabic and English.
Racha_K, January 13th, 2007 at 02:26:09am