Things I like and love.
I love the way the sunlight feels on my skin. I like to sing when I am alone. I like being naked in the rain. I love to dream. I like watching people and animals, how they move specifically. I like playing dress up and make believe. I like French, Russian, and Japanese. I like to draw on the sidewalk. I love being outside late into the night. I love the moon, how it feels, and how it looks. I like reading about vampires, both real and fictional. I like peach and peppermint Schnapps. I love it when me breath is taken away. I love being bitten, I love the pain. I love being scared. I love eating Mexican food. I loving having avocados for breakfast I like to be nocturnal in the summer. I like to create. I love playing in the mud. I love being kissed, and hugged, and loved. I like to wear things that don’t match. I love my angel wings. I love having a tail to play with. I LOVE HATS OF ALL KINDS! I love to swear. I absolutely love it when I make another person happy.
Things I don’t like and hate.
I don’t like it when people read over my shoulder when I am writing something. I don’t like fake laughter. I hate it when people steal my things. I don’t like fighting. I hate backstabbing friends. I don’t like having to wear clothes all the time. I don’t like people that automatically judge others. I hate watching people cry. I hate being dragged down so that others can feel good about themselves. I don’t like being told to grow up. I hate being ignored after being asked a question. I don’t like people that can’t see the beauty in life and existence. I don’t like being left on the edge of something. I don’t like to play nice with love. I hate people that treat me like property. I don’t like people with narrow minds. I hate hearing only replayed music. I hate being hot without reason. I hate not being able to run without having an asthma attack. I don’t like being indecisive. I don’t like it when people sugarcoat the truth to ‘protect’ me. I don’t like my messy room. I hate losing my marbles, buttons, and keys. I hate people that think they know who I am and try to tell me who I should be. I don’t like people that preach about things that they don’t know anything about. I don’t like being called promiscuous but being a harlot is fine. I hate, HATE, the image of this world. I don’t like holding back when I know I should do my best. I hate people that mock my existence and thrive on my pain. I don’t like it when I hurt people, I don’t like being a vision, or being thought of as All.
Teardrops_of_Ivy · Thu Aug 10, 2006 @ 11:56pm · 1 Comments |