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&! ; The Girl
Maggie; 14; Female; Jersey Girl; Leo; Music Lover; Bohemian wannabe; Lover of Vampires; PotC & Edward Scissorhands Fangirl; Blonde Intellect; Artist; Confused Webdesigner; Drama queen; Rock & Roll chick.

&! ; She Loves
Johnny Depp; Billie Joe Armstrong; Benji Madden; Billy Martin; Orlando Bloom; Sid Vicious (R.I.P.); Colin Farrell; Angelina Jolie; Julia Stiles; Christina Ricci; Charlize Theron; Rock & Roll; penguins/animals; movies; PotC; Anne Rice; Lestat; writing; soccer; swimming; reading; drawing; art; Europe; New York City; rain; night; the moon.

&! ; She Hates
Slutty Celebrities; My blondeness and shyness; Bands who don't play their own music, sing their own songs, or write their own material; animal cruelty; fast food; math; homework; getting up early; hatefullness; suicide; pessimism; depression; public bathrooms; lack of originality.

&! ; The Playlist
Green Day; Good Charlotte; Brand New; Coheed and Cambria; LostProphets; Avenged Sevenfold; Thrice; Garbage; AFI; American Hi-Fi; Pennywise; Bowling for Soup; Blink-182; Matchbook Romance; Taking Back Sunday; My Chemical Romance; Linkin Park; The Used; Less than Jake; Jack off Jill; MXPX; Mest; Rancid; Sex Pistols; Goo Goo Dolls; Dead Poetic; Smile Empty Soul; Finger Eleven; Sarah Mclachlan; Evanescence; Norah Jones; Savage Garden; The Corrs; The Beatles; Rolling Stones; The Ramones; Third Eye Blind; Genesis; Tori Amos; Maroon 5; etc.
   

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&! ; The Asylum
Lyz; Lilac; Lewyn.

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Jun 30, 2004
Savage Garden

Welcome to this dark void. Although it has the title of Deluded Reality, that is merely my take on how I perceive most of the worlds people have created within their own; The worlds I've made in mine. This place is nameless as of its beginning, nameless as of its ending. It's but the home to which I bare the shattered pieces of my broken soul, so many of those fragments molded and mutated into whatever others drove me to become. Whether you find liking in what I think, what I believe, or even if you don't, it really doesn't matter.

Although I am not the type to openly reveal myself like this, I feel its better than to keep this anguish and rage tearing me up inside. I am not the person who would wallow in self-pity 'till her years finally fade away, but rather one to cling to hope and self-illusion. I don't mind it really. Ignorance is bliss, after all? But.. still.. maybe I do have a right to ramble. There must be a justice in writing about such I things I plan to here.

I've had blogs before. Stupid, pointless, lieing works. Not in all the truth. I will show you my true nature; Naive, sensitive, selfless. But I will also unleash that immortal darkness that lies within the deepest chamber of my soul. It might be harsh, and it might be upnerving. It will probuly be foolish and stupid too. But everyday it seems to grow larger..

And so, no matter what consquence becomes of it, I shall speak my words to anyone who wishes to hear them..

Listen carefully, because I won't be telling you this again...


Posted at 04:49 pm by iridescenteyes

 

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