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My pride is as solid as a rock. I'll manage in the end. I'm glad to hear that you're healed. I've been meaning to ask how you were for a...

:lolface: <3 o: why yes. Yes I can.

How are your wounds and injuries healing up? I'm sure you're getting back to normal now, right? I suppose I'm just letting things build up....

Hey there love. I suppose I'm surviving. Can't say I'm amazing. And yourself?

Go and sit in a fucking corner and think about what you just said.


Idiot.

Phase One
Childish Secrets​

Filled with inane chatter, tedious banter, and childish giggles, the schoolyard buzzed with excitement of the upcoming summer break.
My child’s eyes squinted in the sun as it beat down; it was a warm day, with only a small polo shirt and pleated skirt hiding my young body from the heat.
With a smile, I skipped towards the group of girls who inhabited the climbing frame.
“Hi.” My childish grin revealed several gaps where milk teeth once sat in my mouth. “Can I play, too?”
“...Ew, no.” One girl sneered. “Go away. Fatty. Ugly little fatty.”
Ugly Little Fatty.
Ugly.
Little.
Fatty.

***​

I stared forwards. The face staring back at me seemed far from pleasant, and certainly not happy. The rings circling both eyes were a dark blue, and looked to be turning slightly black at the edges. With each exhale, a slight splutter of blood-tainted saliva dripped from the lower lip of the girl, followed by several more. She curled her lips back, showing blood coated gums and teeth as she spat out more than a ‘splutter’ of liquid. A sigh followed.
With a weak and slightly shaking hand, I rubbed my mouth clean and leant back up from the sink. Although stinging and hot, my face felt clean for now. All reminisce and drippings of blood had gone, and only the colour of my red glowing skin became noticeable. As I concentrated, my eyes focussed on the minor scrape under my left eye, and the increasingly darkening bruises that circled the eye sockets themselves.
Another sleepless night taunted by nightmarish memories.
Again, I threw my head downwards, away from the mirror, and into the basin below. The shocking sting of hot water hit my flesh like a smack in the face. Almost exactly like a smack in the face.
I should know; I’ve had enough of them.
I held myself in that position until my lungs hurt, and let my dainty arms push me back up. With a gasp, I inhaled more air. I felt good.
The face staring back at me from the mirror told me otherwise. The look in her eyes seemed unfaithful, displeased, or even angry. I don’t like making people angry. So I did it again... And again, and again.

Repetition isn’t a bad habit; it’s ensuring something works.

***​

“What’s that?”
Silence.
“Emma...Are you listening to me?”
I looked up from the lifeless paper that my biro had mauled over the past half an hour. My expression must have been clueless, as it triggered a chuckle from my redheaded friend. I blinked several times, moving a couple of black strands of prominent hair from my eye.
“What are you talking about?” I queried, my voice cracking slightly from lack of use. Samantha, rolling her eyes, pointed towards the desk. My heart skipped several beats.
“That.” She pressed, moving her hand closer. “What is it?” I swallowed, and shook my head in denial.
“Oh... it’s nothing.” I mumbled, pulling the sleeve of my jumper down to the edge of my hand. “Just scratches.”
“Well... those ‘scratches’ look pretty good.” She smiled, letting her finger touch my paper. “You’ll defiantly be getting an A in art this year.”
I chuckled.
The throaty sound of underage smoking reminded me of yet another of my imperfections, but the relief that had endorsed my body the moment I realised Samantha was talking about the paper totally took my mind away from that.
“I doubt I’ll get an A.” I mumbled, looking up at her. She mustn’t have heard me; another conversation had cropped up, with her smack-bang in the middle of it.

That was close.

Name: Emzy

traits:
Friendly - although gets very aggressive at times
Humorous - Will do anything to make others laugh and be happy
loving - doesn't reveal her loving side, but when she does, turns very soft.


;] <3

Don't Cry For Me, Argentina. One of the most sensational songs to grace this earth.

We're just joking around. Don't get jealous, now ;]

Maybe you should hit him.
He looks rather hungry for stuff.
And I'm not talking about food here.

Yes.

It's rather nice.

DR. TOOTSIE, DR. TOOTSIE, DR. TOOTSIE!

I have this insane temptation to...well...Smile.
But, I don't have teeth. When I do smile, I drool everywhere like a silly person.

WHAT DO I DO!?

I love your yellow sweater, john. Are those new glasses?

As You Turn.

It kills me to watch it end this way,
It’s saddening to know that you cared,
And I denied such a claim.

I don’t know if I will last another day,
The countless times I was scared,
And my pride blocked you out of my way.

I’m thinking of finishing it all today,
You think I’m bluffing my way through,
But you will see when I get my way.

Haunting thoughts are giving me so much pain,
It’s unlikely that I will grow up,
When I am ready to throw it all away.

I’m dealing with the fact I will not gain,
The love that beats from your heart,
And I am the only one to blame.

Give me a moment to take it all in,
This is a battle I am not strong enough to fight,
But my pride is too strong to not let me win

Welcome to the site, love.

Do what the guys above me said, and I'm sure you'll do fine ;]

Oh, and the staff are meanies.

I just watched the grinch. and got what your name was. ...I feel smart.

...I'm allergic to fight scenes.

Jakezyyyyyyy<3333333333

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SUCK ME IT UP, BETCH. ;D

Oh, and I decided to do a less boring piccha of me.
...yeah.

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...You all look lovely c: !

WHY HAVE YOU NOT BEEN ON MSN. I MISS SPEAKING TO YOU. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT GUY TOMORROW. <3 c: