Suprise!

 I am here.
 I am not invisable.
Suprise!

 Yeah, this wpuld be a shocker to my school. I had been bullied terribly for about 2 years, I send in a report=0. Great, yeah "No bullying!" "We'll help you!" Great job buddy. Not to mention the face that everyone decides, hey that girl looks like she is in a pissy mood; I am going to run into her and then act as if I didn't cause I am an asshole! I swear that they can't even see/feel me. It is rediculous. Plus those stupid kids who say "Shut up with yo-5 second pause- ugly ass/donky ass/fat ass/ratchet/other stupid comment self." What? Use your grammar. Do you mean, "Shut up you_____" ? Stupid. People. Stupid people everywhere.


"Mikey Way you are the Jesus of little brothers"


                                               You're the sugar to my coffee,
                                                      -Mirror Mayhem-

For The Love Of Art

I guess lately, all this hate, happiness, terror, confusion, depression, and feelings in general have built up, because I am extremely inspired lately. For the love of art:

You're the pepsi to my generation,

-Mirror Mayhem-

Anger and Angst Are the Best Inspirations

I guess anger and angst can be the best inspiration...

I feel refreshed now. I don't know what to say really. By the way, why don't you guys ever comment, that is very possible.

You're the horn to my unicorn,

-Mirror Mayhem-

I Am Sorry That I Am Not Your Christian Girl

There are very few things as a child that you have a choice to change.
 You hair, your style, your music, your favorite color, what you eat, and your makeup.
Of course there's more but these are off the top of my head.

   For years a growing anger has been building up in me and today, I couldn't fake it anymore. I live with a very extremist Christian grandmother. She is not only judgemental and a top of the line asshole, but she is also very very stern about people believing one way; hers. I am not aloud to wear skulls, or anything gory, but that is a problem, because that is exactly what I like. I am not aloud to draw creepy things, (skulls, gas masks, etc) but I do anyway. I am atheist, was previously Vegetarian, love spiders, rock, snakes, monsters, murder movies and books, Tim Burton, Houdini, Stephen King, twisted movies and books, horror, psychological thrillers, gages, piercings, tattoos, dreadlocks, supporter of Gay Marriage, and I love skulls. This is not just a phase as many believe, and accuse. I was raised that way; my father and mother are the same. It is in my blood, its what I love, and I can't help it. I am not doing it to rebel, it is a part of me. I can't change, even if I tried. This is a world so hateful that kids would rather die, than be who they are. It is not my fault, and just it is not your personal favorite, is it your right for that to be the reason I can't? It would be SO MUCH easier NOT to argue over it, if you had an actual reason I can't where it. No, it is only because you do not like them, but that is the same as me saying that you can't wear red, because I said so and I don't like it.



                                               You're the original to my ality,
                                                    -Mirror Mayhem-

Keeping a Princess Heart, In a Not- So- Fairy- Tale World

Hello Kittens,
Today I will be reading (quoting) From the story "Keeping a Princess Heart In a Not- So- Fairy- Tale World" By- Nicole Johnson

"Just listen to the conversations between women at the office water cooler, or at their kids' pre-school. You'll find one woman who hasn't quite finished her sorrow-filled tale of survival after losing her husband to Leukemia, and another woman who interrupts, "Well, you know, Godisworkingallthingstogetherforgood" ...but we cannot presume to understand it all or explain it away so easily."

"We love our Idols when they come through for us, but when they fall off their pedestals and smash into a million peices we despise them"

"There is a land that's far away,
But it can be reached on any day.
In this land lives princesses fair,
And songs of merriment fill the air.
Anything is possible here.
Do you want a time of joy or fear?
Is it excitement that you want?
Like a kingdom to save or a dragon to taunt?
Or would you like to have some fun?
Dance and play out in the sun?
Or maybe you'd like to fly,
Soar for hours, up in the sky.
What are your wishes? What are your dreams?
They all can come true in this land it seems.
"How do you get there?" You as me now.
It's very simple, I'll tell you how;
Just sit back and fall into relaxation,
for this is the land. of your imagination!"
-KAYLA PARAMORE. age 12.

There is more in this book of wisdom and intelligence. I highly recommend.



                                            You're the Jack to my Sally,
                                               -Mirror Mayhem-

If The World Needs Something Better

I don't do my homework. I don't do my schoolwork. I don't do anything at all. It is sad because the reason is as simple as this: I have no motivation. I have nothing to make me care. No one that would care if I failed. My heart is shattering in the weight of this baffling news. I have nothing. No one. I am alone when it comes to this feeling . I am hopeless; no one can motivate me. I am tired of being told of how fucked up I am. Seriously. Dr.FuckFace said this. Well FUCK HIM. I am so physically and emotionally vacant. I am physically and emotionally tired. My body is so slow and agonizingly sleepy, my mind wanders in and out of reality. I lived in a fantasy and now that I can no longer hide beneath it reality is a slap in the face. People are bad; no one cares. You. Are. Alone. That is what reality screams into my distorted face. My mind is exhausted. It is so weird, because it is a different kind of tiredness. It is more than fatigue or exhaustion. It is a painful, hopeless feeling. A broken feeling. I am not fixable; that is a scary realization. I was born, destined to be a broken, hopeless, fuck up, and at least I can say I succeeded. 





                                             You're the hand in mine, into your icy blues,
                                                                 -Mirror Mayhem-

My Gun Fires Seven Different Shades of Shit.

"My gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what's your favorite color punk?"
-My Way Home Is Through You (My Chemical Romance)