Well, Here I am. I always find my self in the same spot. Lights - Out. Piercings - 3. Ears and Cartilage on my left ear. I did it my self. Why? So I wasn't *Normal.* I hate those words. You know.. the one's that put you in the same place as every other citizen of your place.  ~My place - VeroniCUS. Population : 2.~  <y iPod is loud and shuffled. Chromatics. What what!

So Christmas is like 3 maybe 2 days away... For me any waay. tim goes by and it merely brushes my shoulder. I don't pay attention to it. I don't keep it. Maybe that's why i fail epicly in Music. I cut my own hair aswell. Everyone thinks im crazy for doing it. But i trust my hands. They faithful. UNlike MOST people in my life. I can only trust about 2 people... maybe 3. My best friends. I have tonnes of them But my BEST friends are the ones that call me theirs'. Why care so much about the people who don't give a shit about you, right?

  Well. Im Not emo. And im Not scene. I have black hair. Blue Eyes. straight Bangs. And im not excatly fat or skinny. some call me fat and some call me average. I KNOW for a fact im not fat. so people that think i am... They can fuck off, it's my body to worry about. I control myself and i don't need their input.

  My room is small. It's a dungeon and a Haven all in one; It's white and dull but it's covvered in posters so you can only see slits of emptiness. Not special posters. just the ones that you get out of magazignes... the one pagers and the middle normal ones.

  My LG neon sits patiently while i wait for some one.. ANY ONE! to text me. But nobody ever does. Im kind out of the world. i try my best to stay in. but then i realise i don't fit in just right. i stand out. like i catch eyes momentarily then im disregarded like a tree zooming by your car window. I'm a tree. Stuck in one spot.

  Save the trees.  Making A wish for everyone to have a Very Happy Holiday.  

     - Miss Amber Alyssa.