I am just your not so average teen girl from Oakdale(hickdale) cali.
~~~I've been: beaten, kicked, lied to, mistreated, used, abused, laughed at, and ignored, BUT I stick around cuz im stronger than you'll ever be. ~~~Samantha Courts
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~HaTe Me NoW, LoVe Me NeVeR*~*~*~*~*~* I'm pretty creative according to a lot of people. I can be a real bitch sometimes. I used to sugar coat a lot of stuff I'd say... but now honesty is MY best policy. I write poems and songs. I think some of them are good, most of them suck. I only have a few friends, all of which I love to death and would give my life for. I've been hurt a lot by people in the past, and I will open up to almost no one. I have a hard time trusing people.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There is a void in my chest where I once had a heart, and from this emptiness springs all the suffering of the multiverse. At first, the pains are like a kiss, hot and breathy and so very welcome. They reach out with their long cajoling fingers and cause my bones to hum with delight. I warm to their touch and, though I know what must follow, yearn for more. I hunger to become something greater than I am. I fear unbecoming all that I have been. My flesh tingles and flushes and shudders, and the more the ecstacy builds, the more the well pours forth untill bliss rolls half a turn and becomes sweet agony. That is when my body crawls with an incurable blistering itch, and the greater my woe, the more scalding the anguish that seethes from the empty well inside. I boil in my own sick regret, and fail to staunch the fetid flow. It billows up in great white plumes and blanches my bones with sorrow. I burn with the shame of a thousand evils I cannot recall, and still the well pours forth......