So, i decided i need a new intro. First of all, i would happily go by YG so don't try to get my real name. I am going to be 17 this year and i hav the colest car on the block! actually, its a 95 rabbit. the color of a rotten tomato. I love Inuyasha and Vampire Knight. I f i had a choice between Kaname and Zero, i would sooo go for Kaname! I am what you call in school an emo. On days, i like like i am, but i am a scene emo. yes there is a difference. my fav colors are black and red. sometimes hot pink, too. I am in a garage band and get this, i am the only girl in it! i play piano. I hav to give credit to Ai=love because she introduced me to the O. its an incredible place! And i am random at some points.

MY HEART IS A FIST DRENCHED IN BLOOD! MY SOUL SHALL RISE AGAIN!

coolz peoplez usez Zs atz thez endz ofz theirz sentencez!

Did you know that 50% of the world fart on a regular basis? Come on guys! let the gas OUT!!!!

I TOTALLY DIG PEOPLE WHO PLAY THE LEGEND OF ZELDA!
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Below, is a youtube thing of Cloud and Aerith. I love Advent Children!

Poem #1

every year i come to the cemetery
our journals of love, i do carry
years have passed since my lover's deasth
with his own, he took my breath
shadows around me move on their ow
I see a face of sacred stone
My darling angel, where are you now?
to live this life, i do not know how
staring at me is the jilted moon
who never had him over which to swoon
six centuries shared has turned to six feet
the wholeness once felt has become incomplete
i hang my head to weep at our seperation
to fully experience what is now desperation
as i hang my head i do not know why
but i feel eyes staring at me as i cry
hen will the season of winter pass from my heart
and i know it is when we are no longer apart.