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Find Out First Hand What Its Like To Be Me;

My name is lindsay,aka;lindz. I am 12.Im pretty nice,but i gotta admit, i have a bad temper sometimes....but for the most part im a pacifist.Im one of those kids that seem to be quiet when you first meet them,but when your friends with them
-BOOM- you can never get 'em to shut up. I can get along with pretty much anyone.






Saviors Of The Broken;
[My Chemical Romance]
They mean the world to me.
I Couldn't Live without them.
They are so Inspirational to me.
They Changed my fucked up life,

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Other stuff;

Likes;
MCR
Green day
music
guitar
bass
drums
drawing
SF [a forum.]
computer
photoshop
swedish fish
acting like an idiot
softball
photography
rain
thunderstorms
mosh pits.
skittles

dislikes;
posers
homophobes
school
rap [Retards Attempting Poetry]
jonas brothers
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Random shit about me;
Im 12.
Im in 6th grade.
I play guitar, drums, bass and piano//keyboard.
I play the sport softball.
I like making graphics
I HATE being called Lin, or Lindsay.
I like being called Lindz, Scotty, or Pickles.
2 of my best friends are preps.
I get along with most of the preps.
I HATE rap.
I love Japan and want to live there when I grow up.
I have a phobia of snakes, the ocean, and closed in spaces.
I'm very antisocial most of the time.
I live near West Chester (Where Bam Lives.)
My cousin is friends with Bam Margera.
My other cousin has met mcr on a number of times because he's the camera guy for music choice. -_- heeheh, he said he'd get my an autograph next time he meets them XDDDD
I'm weird. =]
I like LOVE sharpie markers, they smell gooooooooodddd

Bands I love;
My Chemical Romance
Green Day
Taking Back Sunday
Silverstein
Avenged Sevenfold


Bands I've Seen Live;
My Chemical Romance
Silverstein
Madina Lake
Boys Like Girls
Bayside
Bands I've Met;
SILVERSTEIN
- They were so awesome. Shane was so nice. He's my fuckin hero =]
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I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had.
I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school.
It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised.
The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMT s stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"