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|Favorite book:||IN the Event of my death by Mary Higgins Clark|
|Member Since:||Jan 2, 2007|
Like most people I definatly have had my fair share of problems. Especially with guys. My Dad wasnt around, my uncle was an abusive alcoholic, one grandfather in prison for murder, and the other grandfather was also an alcoholic. Not to mention my step-grandfather who I was the closest to, turns around and stabs me in the back, and twists the spikey blade. So guys werent my favorite people in the world.
But I ignored the pain and moved on, and my dad started coming around and one grandfather stopped being an alcoholic. So I had two guys I loved more than anything. Well then my gramps dies and that leaves me my dad. I dated a guy, fell for him, hard. He broke my heart comletely, for his ex, leaving me again, with serious man issues. I was cold hearted, didnt care about anything or anyone, then I met him. Devon Boch. The love of my life. People say im only 16 so I cant possibly know what Im talking about, but because of the past, I know what love feels like when its there. Devon has been nothing but good to me. He loves me with everythning he is, and he gets the same back.
Before Devon I was a cutter. Even for awhile when I started dating him. Until he told me that if he saw a single cut on me, what he would do to himself would bring me to tears. (which is hard to do). So after awhile of stubborness I quit cutting, and even though I still get the urge to, I find myself telling one of my friends not to do the same to herself. And I know it makes me a hypocrite, but Oh Well.
So getting out of the negative, I love rock music, I wouldnt go as far to say that it is my life, but its a major part of it. I dont play anything, but i wouldnt be able to live with out it.
I used to write a lot of poetry, but not so much anymore. I do sometimes, and I am even taking a POetry class at school. My friends are a huge part in my life. Thet could very easily persuade me, which probably isnt a good thing.