Sunday, May 27, 2007


My name is Kim, and I am 15 years young. 16 in like 2 months. I'll be a junior when school starts back. That is if i passed. I'm going to attempt to tell you about my life which is otherwise full of mediocre relationships, and other melodramtic teenage moments, that unless they involve me commiting suicide, mean nothing to anyone, but myself. I am random, spontaneous, unorganized, immature, and a complete spaz. And I love myself for it. I am different. You have never met the real me. If you were locked in a room with the real me for more than 5 seconds, I swear to you, you would leave in a straight jacket. That is who I am. I don't hide behind fake smiles, and I don't cry in classes.. I don't slit my wrists, and I don't laugh when I really want to just kill someone. I don't show emotion in front of people. I choose not to. If you have a problem with me, I couldn't honestly care less. I don't give the slightest inch about what you think. I am you're best nightmare. I am the girl of your dreams. I am the angel of your nightmares. I have a sense of humor, although dry, it is there. I try my hardest to make people smile. I hate to see animals hurt. I would kill for my friends. I have morals. Not many, but they're there. I support gay marriage, being that I am bi. I am pro-life. I don't believe in any form of abortion. I am a semi-vegetarian. I am an anarchist. I am agnostic. I love kids. I have a weakness for emo guys. I don't do drugs, and I don't smoke. Although the majority of my friends do. I like to have fun. I want kids some day, but I don't want to get married. I don't follow the media. If you think you're better than me, you probably are, but I don't care. I don't need you.. I have my own life. My own friends. My own family. My own beliefs. I am my own person. No I do not remind you of anyone, because I'm not anyone else. I am me. I don't dress like anyone else, and I sure as hell don't believe in labels. If you think you're perfect, you're not. Get over it. If you think you don't make mistakes, you do. I know I do. On the daily basis. But that is who I am. And atleast I'm not afraid to admit it. I am opinionated. I swear to you, that I probably have an opinion on everything. I have a younger brother that I would give my life for, and and older brother with whom I'm no longer on speaking terms with. But it's ok. I have the best friends a girl could ask for and I only ask 2 things from them. Love me for who I am or rid themselves of me, because everyone knows I deserve it. They are my angels from whatever god there is. I'm just glad that I found people who accept me for who I am. I am not perfect, and atleast I have the balls enough to accept that. I never have the same hair color for very long, but my natural color is blondish-red. My eyes aren't gorgeous. They're not bright blue, or green. They're brown. Not chocolate brown, or brandy brown, they're just brown. And I love them. I don't have the perfect body. I'm not fat, but I'm also not 1/2 an inch thick. I like myself, and that's all that matters. So go screw yourself. I am captain of the flag-girls, and that's the only accomplishment I have that I'm proud of. Those are my girls, and I'm proud of all of them. They're all so talented. I have been in the band for almost 6 years. I marched trumpet for 3 and I've been a flag for 3. I am a band-geek to the core. I don't skate, but I wear dvs's. I'm not a prep, but I wear aeropostale. I'm not goth, but I wear alot of black. and I'm not an emo, but I have straight black hair, I wear arm warmers and too much eyeliner. I am myself. Blow me if you don't like it. I am a girl, but I have a tendency to say I have balls. I am not white, black, pink or purple. I have my own race. I am clear. That way I'm not part of interracial disputes of any sorts. I am smart, but I don't act upon it. I'm too lazy to make good grades. I'm not suicidal. I have been, but that shit was boring. I guess that's all I have to say for now. Bye.

0 comments: