Dead!22

Hi i live in skegness in the uk,

I love the following bands alot:
MCR
Aiden
30 seconds to mars
Fall Out Boy
Panic! at the Disco
Lostprophets
etc. (I cant be arsed to write them all)

I am vegetarian, but not because members of bands I like are but because I don't think it is right to kill animals for food when we can live without eating meat. This is my opinion and if you want to eat then you can I won't stop you. Its your decision.


I am just starting to the learn the guitar as of the 5th december and I can also play the keyboard.

MUSIC is my LIFE, I couldn't live without it

The Journal of 'Skyler' a boy who has quite abit in common with me. He is fictional.

DON'T come near me with a fuking camera. cos i will kill you. cos cameras are evil.
SO KEPT THT FUKING CAMERA OUTTA MY FACE

My GCSE results so far:

Maths:
Module 1: A*

Science:
Core Science:
Biology 1b: A*
Chemistry 1c: A*
Physics 1a: A*



Funny huh? Isnt it funny, that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a a mini with a t-shirt that barely covers anything?
Isnt it funny, you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?
ISNT IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone. Are you laughing?
Isnt it funny, a emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?
ISNT IT FUNNY, that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?
im not laughing.
ITS SO FUNNY, that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.
ISNT IT FUNNY, that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.
HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OF LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS. KEEP ON LAUGHING
Isnt it funny, you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life without knowing her situation with her friends or her family or her LIFE
BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING
BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND BRAVE IS GOING TO SCHOOL ON A FUCKED UP DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT, ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET, ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS
BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMOROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE ITS ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS. KEEP ON LAUGHING.
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Suicide.

Life is impossible. Suicide is your way out. Fine -- but before you kill yourself, consider these facts.

Suicide is not usually successful.

You know a guaranteed way? Ask the 25-year-old who tried to electrocute himself.
He lived. But, both of his arms are gone.

What about jumping? Ask John.
He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sense of humor.
That was before he leapt from a building. Now, he's brain damaged and will always need care.
He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But worst of all he knows he used to be normal.

What about pills? Ask the 12-year-old with extensive liver damage from an overdose.
Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.

What about a gun?
Ask the 24-year-old who shot himself in the head.
Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side.
He lived through his "foolproof" suicide.

You might too. But who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling?
Commercial cleaning companies may refuse the job--
but someone has to do it. Who will cut you down from where you hung yourself, or identify your bloated body after you've drowned?
Your father?
Your mother?
Your sister or brother?
The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will never completely recover.
They'll feel regret and an unending pain.

Suicide is contagious. Look around at your family. You don't want them to die, do you?
You do have other choices. There are people you can help you through this crisis.
Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police.
They will tell you there's hope. Maybe in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.

You say you don't want to be stopped?
Still want to do it?
Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later.
And we'll work with whatever you have left. There's always someone who will be there for you to talk things through even if it seems like no one is there for you.
Everything will get better, and it will be okay.

So whenever you are going to pick up that knife, or razor,
just think about all the people you are leaving behind, all the memories, and all the good times.
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Stereotyping

I am the girl who dresses in all black and never got to finish middle school because I was called emo everyday.
I am the friend afraid to tell you that I'm bisexual, because you'de leave me for it.
I am the girl who loves to read and is pushed into the corner and beat up because of what I love to do.
I am no one. Just the kid that was pushed to far at school for being emo and cut a little too deep.
I'm the teenager who was kicked out of her house because I was caught hugging my girlfriend.
I am the woman who commited suicide just before I graduated highschool. Since I'm a CheerLeader, no one suspected it was coming.
I am the best friend who just found out she has AIDS, and is afraid to tell her parents because she'll be considered gay. My parents would never accept me if I was.
I am the athlete evryone expects to be perfect, when in reality I'm sneaking heroin between games.
I am the girl who is called a slut everyday because I can't afford to buy new clothes every year. My skirt doesn't cover what I want it to.
I am the sibling forced to clean their sister's blood off of the carpet. Why didn't I see it coming?
I am the boy who wakes up crying because the bruises my parents gave me hurt so much, but aren't even noticed because I'm always wearing the baggy clothes the kids in gangs wear.
I am the girl who got raped at twelve and am considered a whore because of it.
I am the gullible parent who let my child hurt themselves. No one can know this. We have to keep this secret. We have to be
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If you believe stereotyping is wrong, PUT THIS IN YOUR PROFILE!!!