User:MyBleedingKiss

Greetings. My name is Dylan. Im 13 years of age. I have a girlfriend and I love her with all my heart. I like the darkness, and I love the color black. Im trying to learn how to speak Japanese because i want to travel there when I am older. I am interested in basically all types of mythology. I love to read and draw. I love writing many different things, though Im still not very good at it. I love poetry, both reading and writing it. I have my left ear peirced twice, and hope to get more peircings. I have brown eyes and brown hair. Im usually very quiet and some people seem to get annoyed by it. When Im not listening to music I usually like it to be quiet. I absolutely love the rain. My favorite kind of flower is the rose. I am usually depressed and some people ask me why Im never happy. The reason for that is probably that I usually have nothing to be happy about. I'm a freak and I wouldn't have it any other way. If you want my yahoo, feel free to ask me.

Who I HATE:

People who are mean to my girlfriend

People who are mean to my friends

Mean people

Homophobes

Racists

Sexists

Rap music

Country music

Most people at my school

People who try to convert someones beliefs

People who judge others on their age

Preps

Wiggers

Liers

Cheaters

Fakes

People who pretend to be something their not

People who use others

The Sun

About cats:

When your beloved is 16 months old you have no idea that this day, this day when he does not hop up with excitement on the windowsill, does not fly onto your bed but must be fetched, lies quietly while you decide to call the vet just in case, protests as usual as you stuff him into his plush, luxury kitty carrier, moans as you drive down the road, then lies quietly, cowers at the dogs barking at the vet, the cats meowing, then begins to breathe more rapidly, does not want to get up from the weighing scale, is carried by the distressed vet to the back room where you go to see him, frantic now, wanting only to go home with you. You do not know as you drive home in tears, in shock, as you want to turn around, go back, sit by his side, as you go home anyway, as you get stopped for forgetting to register the car and the young policeman, hearing your words and seeing your face, says " I lost two last year" and lets you go, still you do not know when you come home, wait by the phone, hear that he is sleeping, is resting, may make it through, may survive on medication for years, ten maybe, you wait by the phone, you wait for the time you may return, hold him again, feel his wet kiss, his soft fur, his tiny body, still you wait until the final call and you never realized it would be the last day.

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