About Me

Perfect partner

*passionate but dsn't play games*optimistic n funny*carin*considerate*Loyal*emotionally available*can dance*nos wot he wants*If u look afta my heart u will get the same in return

My interests

*Shoppin*Gettin down(In both ways)*Poems/Lyrics*Forensics*Living my ambitions and succeeding them*DANCING*Cuddles*Banter*Porn fuelled nights*Music*Did I mention dancin?

Makes me happy

*Holidays
*Romance*laughing*Respect*dancing all nite*Going out*Partttaayyyss*Porn fuelled nites*seein ppl smile*Payday*Living life 2 the full

Makes me sad

arrogant, manipulative, jack ass people, people who f*ck with your head,(these people are weak and lost), liars, cheats and screwed up mo-fos! *People who just take and never give

Bad habits

Not being able to say, 'Do one' to wanna be bad boys.
*Play me, I will play u back
*Wastin time on emotionally unavailable men*Havin a way 2 high sex drive-borderline nympho,talking dirty

In my own words

*I'm moving to SPAIN and I can't fookin wait!

*I live for yesterday and tomorrow but mostly today - its a gift that's why we call it the present.

*Arsed.com - It's a good site u shud visit it

*Would you like me to call the RSPCA cos Damn you're a DOG!

*'Put yourself in the bin on the way out'.

*Bitches - who lit the fuse on ur tampax (jus messin b4 u get on 1)

*'I need u Mon - Thurs, u need me Fri - Sun'.

*'Treat ppl the way u want 2 b treated'

*u eva wonder y sum men behave like wankers, cos at the root of the problem is a dick.

*Love is friendship set on fire.

*I NEED A HOLIDAY - Please feel free 2 make a donation cos I'm skint

*Nemesis(Retribution of revenge or a punishment for), If you treat someone like sh*t it will come back and bite you on the arse!!!!

*I don't aspire to be the most beautiful girl in the world cos I know I'm not, I'm happy being me.

*Deal with it.

*Shit hot

*Like I give a fuck

*The only fuck you're getting is Fuck off

* Can people stop creating a profile, leaving msgs like they appear 2 know me and then deleting their profiles. Y CAN'T U JUST B NORMAL

*Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask,
a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a non-breakable sophisticated hiding,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
my only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this.
I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about people
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.

*I used to be completely cruel and heartless,
Using guys, then tossing them aside.
I used to feel an angry, bitter hunger,
Not knowing why, nor looking much inside.
I used to think the goal of life was pleasure:
My own, of course, whatever that might take.
A person��??��?���¢??s feelings had to be their problem.
Self-sacrifice was always a mistake.
And so, with just the slightest twinge of conscience,
I hunted for my lonely ecstasy;
And even when I wanted a companion,
The only one I cared about was me.
We make our worlds, like God, in our own image:
Mine was a metropolis of stone
In which all souls were either fools or cynics,
Doomed to take their pleasure on their own.
And then I fell in love with you, and somehow
Your happiness meant more to me than mine.
The desert became green and lush with flowers,
And like a sun my heart began to shine.
And like a wind I swept across the ocean,
And like a star exploded into night,
And like a song I held love in my hands,
And like an angel knew that this was right.
All that I had thought was proven wrong,
All the lies to justify my greed.
To love was to embrace the pith of life,
To feel a joy far stronger than a need.
And if I could so love, I could be loved,
Could think someone might want me and believe it,
Could let another know me without shame,
Could give myself and know I could retrieve it.
All this I tell you that I might be known,
That all of me no longer be alone

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