Alright, as you can see, I'm into Dark and Cold things. I may act childish, at times, but seriously. That's no reason to be disrespectful unless I say so. Also, I absolutely hate.. freaking cutesy, goody-goody two shoes, people.. *shrudders* I only like think it's adorable when it's, well, this sweetheart :D And that's it. I hardly take the time to get to know people. So if you find me talking to you when we've never met, then you probably caught my attention in one way or another. Another thing, I don't tolerate anyone thinking they can boss me around. Acting badass won't impress me. It'll irritate me. The only big-head that I love, admire, and respect is this work-a-holic~ :3 Don't get me wrong, I love to have fun. I'm usually caught acting very silly with this crazy girl xD Anyway, if your going to cause a scene here, then at least make it interesting. *sighs and tilts my head* These people I have highlighted are mine, and mine alone. As I am theirs. Any meddling with cause to your death. *grins slowly* And it's not like I haven't taken a life once.. or twice. *giggles* Adieu~
One last thing, the whole imeem thing is very irritating.

I've lost many loved ones. If you know these people or you are one of them, please tell me~

■ Dhampir □ Chiaki ■ Kuya □ Lucivas ■

Names I used to go by are;
-[ Claire ]-[ Reira ]-[ Juliet ]-[ Amelie ]-

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When someone you love dies, people keep asking if your okay. But they don't really want to know. They seek affirmation that your okay. That you appreciate their concern. Life goes on, and so can they. Secretly they wonder when the statute of limitations on asking expires. (It's three months by the way. Written or unwritten, that's about how long it takes for people to forget the one thing you never will.) They don't want to know that you'll never eat birthday cake the same way again because you don't want to erase the magical taste of frosting from his lips. That everyday you wake up and wonder why you got to live and he didn't. That on the first day of your first real vacation without him, you sit in the sand, staring up the sky, willing him to give you a sign that he's okay.
R.I.P David Scott Mascorro
( September 17, 1990 - November 2, 2006 )
I love you, David. You'll always be in my heart.