| Bio: | I AM: my name is miss kara. yes, i am a girl. and no, i don't want to hear your band. emotional. passive. sincere. hopeless romantic. kissable and quiet. literate and stylish. i am not unique. i am just like you. and you are just like them. and they are just like everybody else. you see me in the hall. you've never spoken to me. you know i exist only in your eyes. and the ears and mouths of others. i don't claim to be cool. i don't claim to be artsy. i'm just me. i don't claim to be pretty. i am not a pretty girl. i don't claim to be an emo chick, an indie rocker, or very music savvy at all. i'm just miss kara. and this is me.
senior. seventeen years old. very seventeen. youngest child. immature. moody. a curser. listens to emotional music. open-minded. accepting. sometimes brutally honest. falls in love easily. wants to become a superhero girl and save the world. needs help in saving herself first. common sense smart rather than book smart. smarter than she thinks. smarter than you think. coffee addict. lives in the past. scared of the future. want's what she can't have. wants revenge like children want candy. shakey hands. trembling legs. a writer in the waiting. hates everything she writes though. procrastinates and sometimes gives up. loves anyone with a heart. wants to capture life with a camera lens. enjoys seeing people smile, especially when she's making them do it. a hopeless romantic. has friends who are cooler than anyone else's. unhappy with how she looks, but is content with it. unknown true hair color. dark brown eyes that sometimes resemble fire.
Everyone at one point in time has tried to be someone they’re not. Everyone. Not even Nick can disagree with me on that one. Everyone has followed a certain type of crowd, clique, before they actually made their own, even if it might be only themselves. Eventually you grow out of being a follower and start to become an individual. You find friends with similar interests as you. It’s no longer about what’s in, what’s cool, or what the latest fad is. And no one can say that you’ve never done this; felt this way. It’s now about who you are, what you are, what you want to be, and what you want others to see you as. It’s about what you think, not what others think, and what you think about everything else. But it takes time to finally figure out who you really are. Since I started high school “I’ve found myself” I guess you could say. It took me a long time to finally say to myself, “Fuck this. Why do I put up with this bullshit I’m pretending to be just to please someone else, when I most likely don’t even like them? I’m done.” Now, I didn’t say exactly that, but you get what I mean. I don’t know who I am entirely, but each day I wake up, I learn something new about myself; my personality. And no one can deny that they don’t exactly know who they are yet. No matter how old you are, you will learn something new about yourself every single day.
WHAT I ADORE:laughing and giggling. smiling. politeness. finding money. cuddling and holding hands. sleeping in late. taking pictures. photography. reading, writing, but not arithmetic. being in the rain. thunderstorms. the first kiss. the first snowfall. blue eyes. accents. hanging out at wal-mart. roses. fresh baked bread. seeing my crush blush. magic. flirting. concerts and autographs. poetry. being and feeling loved. crayons and coloring books. being immature with my best friend. confidence but not cockyness. flip-flops. summertime. lying out in the sun and tanning. libraries. tennis. drawing and writing on myself.
WHAT I IGNORE: concieted, vain people. being ignored. guys who play with girls. but especially girls who think they can play with guys. alarm clocks. socks. school and homework. alcohol and drugs. smoking. anarchists. feet. telemarketers. spiders. anime. the homeless when they ask me for money. the word poser. broken limbs. liars. religion. bible pushers. being sick. being bored. murder. telephones.
aim: [ missxkara ]
msn: [ stellastarr_kar@hotmail.com ]
I am heaven sent. Don't you dare forget. I am all you ever wanted. What all the other girls all promised. Sorry I told, I just needed you to know. I think in decimals and dollars, I am the cause to all your problems. Sheltered from cold, We're never alone. Coordinate brain and mouth, Then ask me what its like to have my self so figured out. I wish I knew.
The Notebook Is Love
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