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name: Misa
Age: 15
Head bangs with: black ,blonde and pink!
looks with: brown eyes
Music:
Rock/Metal/emo/punk/alternative/ screamo

Aiden
alice in chains
Anatomy of a ghost
A static lullaby
A thorn for every heart
Atreyu
Birthday massacre
Black sabbath
Boys like girls
Bright eyes
Brokencyde
Bring me the horizon
Bullet for my valentine
Cursive
Cute is what we aim for
Darkness rites
Escape the fate
Faber drive
Falloutboy
From first to last
Hawthorn hights
H.I.M
Jeffree star
Korn
Letter kills
Mariannas trench
Marilyn Manson
Mayday parade
Metro station
Millionaires
Mindless self indulgence
My chemical romance
Nevershoutnever
Panic at the disco
Pink floyd
Protest a hero
Rush
Sam slick
Secondhand serenade
Sex pistols
showbread
Silverstein
Slipknot
Story of the year
Sugar cult
System of a down
Taking back sunday
The number 12 looks like you
The used
Three days grace
Thrice
Underoath
Violent fems


A.T.M
time:8:50
day: sunday nov 9 2008
Cloths: rock tshurrrt and boxers
make-up: nudda thang
hair: dowwwn
Taste: orange juice
smell: computer lmao!
thinking:andrew is a babe<3
wishing: i saw him more often
mood: chilled
what im up 2: im on da fackin comp dude<3
talking 2: andrew<3
craving: chocolate

The last thing/time/person I:
ate:cookies
drankrange juice
listened to: shes got style
talked to: andrew
movie i saw: van helsing
went out:friday
dated some 1: nowww
kissed: Andrew
injoyed it? obviously
emailed: andrew
got turned on: im always turned on
thought about: andrew<3
missed: him alottt



ME & MCR
i was going through a really depressing stage when i started listening to mcr. i hated myself and life and i was a fucked up teen that thought every one hated me and i hated my self. So i bought 3 cheers and loved it and after undersatnding it i got better i bought bullets after that then life on the murder scene and then the black parade i started listening to them in 2006 and now they are my favorite band. they kept me up on my feet when i wanted to cry they let me when i wanted to be on top of the world they let me and when i wanted revenge they let me have it. Gerard way was the biggest help out of mcr for me all his advice on life on the murder scene helped me and i look up to him i dont fallow him but he taught me a new way to look at life and i love him for it! THANK U MCR AND GERARD!!!!!!!!!

My BFFFL!
Emma Martin Keerstyn Marissa Sarah Austin Nick

EmmA
nicnames: emmakinz, kinz, emjem, emma 2 buns(lmao brit!) and emmaegg(lol scrambled not fried!), drywall, cookie dough, bitch and best of all cunt<3
Y/I/LUV/HER: she has keeped me up pretty good she has! i would die for this chick! im not a bisexual or anything but i love her i would do just about anything 4 her and im cut short here so ill just say a shout out: Emmakinz im here 4 ya ever and ever babe!

Martin(i):
Nicknames: omg i dont have a nick name 4 him besides martini!(lol keer)
Y/I/LUV/Him
because he is the best fuckin man alive! he means the world too me! he is so beautiful<3

KeerstyN
nicknames: keer, keerbeer,froggy, french frog and kitty
Y/I/LUV/HER: omg me and keer were tight as hell but we got in this huge fight vnfbgngv bvo jbuovo vounhvfg(sorry bug on the computer) lol any ways we became bffltddup again and shes moving to qubec so now im really sad! i love keer beer! shes beutiful and i will miss her tradgicly!

Austin
nicknames: tinaballerina,tina,aussy,aj
Y/I/LUV/HIM: cuz we r hella tight! PIMPS 4 LYPH!

NicK
nickname: nicky nicky nine doors, nicky, nickster,nick the prick(emmas name 4 nick), crazy cat lady(lmao martin)
Y/I/LUV/HIM: i dont think i even do love him!

Marissa: Nicknames: riss,rissa,rissy, princesspee-pee
Y/I/LUV/HER: cuz shes ma bitch 4 lifee and we have been together our hole life!!!

Sarah: nicknames: sarahbeara, sarahbum, fuckinstupiddeadreindeer(lmao marissa)
Y/I/LUV/HER: cuz we have known each other 4 ever and i just love her!



"If for one minute you think you're better than a sixteen year old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about."-gerard

i didnt know sandles could be retarded:s



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READ THIS
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 EMTs 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 didnt 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 im 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" ---IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS

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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
-----------------------PICTURE
----------------------PERFECT...

If you believe stereotyping is wrong, PUT THIS IN YOUR PROFILE!!!




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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 25yr 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 sence of humor.
That was before he lept 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 12yr old with extensice 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 24yd 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 your family.
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.
IF THIS TOUCHES YOU, REPOST IT

u can get high off of strawberries its very true