ME

Hi, meet me. This is the regular me; the emo girl, the suicidal kid, the person who slits her wrists. The My chemical romance freak. This is what I’ve been marked with by wearing wrists bands, chains, and wearing all black (besides the white t-shirt that is our uniform.) People just judge. Only a handful of people recognize my story, but I’m ready for others to know.
I’m really only 13. I pretend to be older so people to mark me, as they have before. I’ve learned a lot from hanging out with people older than me. One that I’m going through the same things they are. It’s not encouraging, its sucks knowing how much longer I’ll have to deal with the same problems I have.
I’ve recently (a year ago) fell in love, or at least I think I have, with a guy in a grade above me. This has changed my life so much; I don’t even think it’s my life that I’m living. That’s an entirely different story.

XxJuliaxX
Ps. Read the my chemical romance freak Hyper link. (the post title iz my, my chem story)

if the link doesnt work just go here and look for da title www.torturedteenager-idioticpunk-emofreak.blogspot.com/

Introduction

Life is like a merry-go-round. You spin and spin and go through ups and downs until your time is up. The ride can end when you’re up, or when you are down. It all depends on which animal you choose. Me, I personally like ending when I’m up, then it’s more fun to get down. But whether you end up or down, all depends on you.