The names Samantha. Nicknames: Sammi, Sam, Mantha, Sammich. Call me whatever floats your boat. I'm from the Vietnam, babes.
I always care a little bit too much. [...]
I'm a beta reader, so if there's any piece of writing that you want me to proofread before sending off for publication, just shoot me a PM and I'd be happy to help you!
:] <3 If you don't know me, get to know me. You'll have me for life.
Letter Time
Now see, these letters will only work, if the people they are addressed to actually love me enough to come back here and read them. Though I highly doubt that.
So, to the general public.
Hi guys. I'm sorry once again for not posting much anymore...I know that excuses are excuses, but... I have a good reason.
I'm ... having a cancer scare.
Alrighty, sooo, who knows what BREAST CANCER is? Well, in case you guys don't remember, I had surgery last year to have a lump removed. It was non cancerous. I remember the doctor saying to me "Don't worry, dear. The lump you have now is round, and small, and the edges are smooth, and its mobile, meaning you can move it around. [because if you cannot move it around, that might mean that cancer cells are clumped all around it.] And since they're all those things, I wouldn't worry."
Well I got the thing removed, and lucky me. I don't heal easily at all, and I developed a keyloid scar. (Google that kiddies.) Not a big ugly one, but you'll see why your knowledge of my not healing easily will come in handy later.
Alas, six months ago, I found another lump. This time, I did not remove it; we simply ultra-sounded it. It seemed all good, and the doctor said that if I removed this one, it would somehow make my condition worse?? Yeah, I don't get it either, but, okay.
Well, last week...I checked around my ta ta's , making sure they're okay. And by jove, they were NOT okay. The lump I found six months ago has grown. By a lot. And... there's not definite shape. Its jagged around the edges. And its not mobile.
And plus, it hurts like a mofo when you touch it.
I go to my doctor....she takes a look.... and says "....Well for now, let's do some tests." Before, she said "Oh I'm sure it's nothing, don't worry." This time.. she had a dramatic pause. And she looked at me like she pitied me. :[ She also said that we shouldn't do the biopsy just yet (they put a needle there, and draw some of it out and test it) because the needle apparently would give me another keyloid scar! D: WTF
...my aunt did die of breast cancer.
and, even though I'm a teenager, I'm still technically a "woman in her child bearing years."
my chances are as high as a normal woman. and even higher than that, because genetics are against me.
So...
I don't know what the future has in store for me. But just know, that I haven't forgotten about you guys. I love you. I'm just... busy at the moment.
I love you all.
Today ... was a saddening day.
I found out why Nami (AKA TwoFacedLullaby) left. And this time... I got the mods' side of the story. And quite frankly. I'm upset. Disappointed. Shocked. And a bit... surprised.
Nami, if you're reading this...
I'm disappointed in you. And I'm angry at you, and yet, I still miss you. You had so many friends on here, friends who were loyal to you (heck, friends that are still loyal to you.) Why did you feel the need to do what you did so many times? You were so talented; you could've been popular on your own, without the need of these shell accounts. I know that you were going through dark times, but doesn't everybody? My life is not a walk in the park. I've fought cancer amongst other diseases. But I never felt the need to resort to any form of lying to get attention or love. We loved you Nami! You didn't need to do what you did. So many people are angry with you. And yet, none can find it in their hearts to hate you. You were funny, witty, smart, and just an amazing person. But .... you just took this too far.
When you're ready to come back, if you're ever ready, please do. And clean up everything. We're here, we miss you, and we're ready to forgive you, if and only if you apologize to Adam and everyone else who works for TheO. And to all of us. You've hurt us, Nami. But ... just please. Come out of hiding, and come clean. For once and for all.
It's little me! :]] So kewt- pahah. <3
Just checking up on y'all. Hello,howareyou, loveyourshoes, loveyourhair.
I'm in okay health, how bouts you?!
I LOVE YOUS.
<3
Hello loves, how are you?
*sigh*
I'm not doing so hot.
RECAPITULATION. (Aka-Recap)
1. My poetry sister (Love her to death) just got back from rehab (cutting/drugs) on Monday. And she's changed. She's quiet...and she's on so much meds that she visibly shakes and walks slower. Before you all go "UGH I HATE people who do drugs!" or "UGH I HATE the poser cutting people." let me just say... that she's probably the one person who's been through yourshit+myshit+everybody'sshit COMBINED. *UGH* It's hard watching her go through that. She wrote a poem for me while she was in rehab. Her handwriting used to be fricking gorgeous. But the meds made her hands shake so bad--it took me an hour to fully read the poem she wrote. I'll post it up later.
2. My great uncle has three weeks to live, people. That's right. Damn cancer.
TOO MUCH POO IN MY LIFE.
I MUST CLEANSE IT.
Ello, loves. Long time, no talk. :] Been a tad busy what with school, AP crap, drammmaaa, broken hearts, cancer, (yes, CANCER.) and more drama. Nothing has really changed, except maybe my hair has grown longer since last. :] And I've gained a best friend, who has proved himself to be my kindred spirit. So I'm pretty happy. MM, yeah, I'm still single. Pathetic? No, just empowered.
Mm, right, I've also gotten an AIM account, finally. Its SammiWinnie. :] Winnie playing on my affinity with Winnie the Pooh and my last name [the oh so generic Nguyen last name, pronounced: Win] So hit me up, friends; I miss you all.
I'm trying as hard as I can to talk more on here, but it's super hard. I'm sorry, loves. But I'm on AIM almost all the time. So talk to me. :]
Iloveyouall. Yes, you, and you, and you, and you, you darling stranger. Or darling non stranger.
<3 love you.
