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 Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 7:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 7:50 am
You'll never be anything, ever...A chance to grow... Nothing, alone, for the rest of your life...A chance to explore... You'll never find a place to stop running...A chance to find where I belong...
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 11:05 am
I am taking a chance...
We all know of them...cliques.
Emo.
Goth.
Punk-rock.
The negative connotations that come with them.
Cutters.
Suicidal.
Anarchists.
In other words, these were the people that no one wanted. Society works much too fast for one person to take time from their busy schedule to help these people, so they left them alone. The 'No Where Kid' syndrome, as they called it, where not one person, not even the flesh and blood that bore them would think to help them out if they said they needed it. They had to work, had to jog, had to keep up their perfect health or their lives would become meaningless to them; as meaningless as their children's', their students', those with unhealthy minds that seek out help for their problems, or instead choose to wither, alone with themselves.
The kids who knew that their cutting was unhealthy and asked for help with it, even to just put them in a psych ward and leave them, were denied by all those they felt they trusted. Left alone, where all they had was their thoughts and their razorblades, their cigarettes, alcohol, all those things that poisoned the brain into thinking, if only for a moment, that someone cared for them.
In their race to maintain their own physical and mental health, everyone else ignores those they think are unfit to be in their society. They decide, as a whole, that those who become...like the others, something must be done. They are sitting there, using their space, eating their food, and for what?
No one wanted to care for them, help them, anything of the sort. So...simply enough, they were cast out. Sent away, alone, into the forests and swamps that are uninhabitable. Their problems thrown aside for the task of surviving, they decide that they must change themselves, or they will fail. They must build their own society, their own shelters, away from them.
That was in the beginning, anyway.
Since then, they have found an abandoned city, fixed it up until it is almost manageable. Of course, others are always being thrown out, and some of the elders must stay out in the forests to hunt for those who wish to be saved.
So, do you wish to be saved?
Or do you wish to be forgotten?
...walking with my laces loose
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 11:36 am
The goal is quite clear...
...don't lose yourself in your fear
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 11:37 am
Boys please use this outline:
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[color=darkblue]But Everyone Calls Me[/color]
[color=blue]Nicknames; Alias[/color]
[color=darkblue]This Many Years Have Passed Me By[/color]
[color=blue]Character Age[/color]
[color=darkblue]I've Been Stigmatized[/color]
[color=blue]Emo, Punk-Rock, Goth[/color]
[color=darkblue]They'll Never Understand My Actions[/color]
[color=blue]Personality[/color]
[color=darkblue]Behind Closed Doors, My Dreams Haunt Me[/color]
[color=blue]History[/color][/size]
[color=darkblue]And One Last Thing; A Snapshot[/color][/center]
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Girls please use this outline:
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[size=10][color=magenta]They Gave me the Name[/color]
[color=pink]Character Name[/color]
[color=magenta]But Everyone Calls Me[/color]
[color=pink]Nicknames; Alias[/color]
[color=magenta]This Many Years Have Passed Me By[/color]
[color=pink]Character Age[/color]
[color=magenta]I've Been Stigmatized[/color]
[color=pink]Emo, Punk-Rock, Goth[/color]
[color=magenta]They'll Never Understand My Actions[/color]
[color=pink]Personality[/color]
[color=magenta]Behind Closed Doors, My Dreams Haunt Me[/color]
[color=pink]History[/color][/size]
[color=magenta]And One Last Thing; A Snapshot[/color][/center]
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A Sample of Each: Username They Gave me the Name
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This Many Years Have Passed Me By
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They'll Never Understand My Actions
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Behind Closed Doors, My Dreams Haunt Me
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This Many Years Have Passed Me By
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They'll Never Understand My Actions
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Behind Closed Doors, My Dreams Haunt Me
HistoryAnd One Last Thing; A SnapshotInsert Image Here
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 3:21 pm
Accepted Girls ~.Forever Enchanted.~ They Gave me the Name
Charline Davison
But Everyone Calls Me
Char or Charly
This Many Years Have Passed Me By
16
I've Been Stigmatized
Punk-Rock
They'll Never Understand My Actions
I've never really been a bad person. Actually, those who know me really love me. But ever since I moved from my old school, I've never been accepted. You see, in truth I love people, and I'm a very kind person, but because of the way I dress I've been exiled. So these days I stick to my books and my music. My poems and stories that I write, and the solitude of my room. These days my only friends are the shadows on the wall, yet...I still find a way to be free-spirited. No matter what the others say I'll never change.
Behind Closed Doors, My Dreams Haunt Me
Well I haven't always been this way. As a child, I was greatly loved by my parents. They adored me, spoiled me, and did everything they could to make me happy. My mother had been a cheerleader in high school, and at first I had planned to follow in her footsteps. One day, though...they never came home from their anniversary trip to the Bahamas. The plane had gone down in the middle of the ocean. There were no survivors. That day I moved in with my aunt and uncle who totally despised me. Don't really know why. They're the reason everything changed, though. At first, I chopped off my long, flowing raven hair, and started dressing the way I did only to make them hate me more. You know the deal. teenage angst and rebellion. I started to like the look though, as well as the music. That's when I became who I am today.And One Last Thing; A SnapshotXx_In Love and Lonely_xX They Gave me the Name
Michelle Andrietta Donovan
But Everyone Calls Me
Don, Michelle, Andrietta
This Many Years Have Passed Me By
17
I've Been Stigmatized
Goth
They'll Never Understand My Actions
Michelle is a very boisterous and loud girl. She speaks her mind, even to total strangers, but never without provocation. She enjoys spending time anywhere but home, at clubs, sitting under trees with her notebook of poems, or at her friends house. She tends, while alone, to contemplate the meaning of her life and what she's done to deserve the stigmas given to her and how to deal with said stigmas. When with her friends, they often talk about very dark things, such as the perfect way to kill one's self, or the best way to cause the most bleeding with the least amount of scarring. After being shunned from society, she accepts the facts that she will never be let back in, and that she never wanted that life to begin with. Though, she now must find new friends, and find this place that everyone's been talking about. However, this has not changed her attitude much.
Another secret thing that not many know about Michelle is that she is a 'closet romantic,' she loves anything to do with the concept of love, but believes that the idea of her finding love is long since passed.
Behind Closed Doors, My Dreams Haunt Me
Under ConstructionAnd One Last Thing; A Snapshot "] JealouslyZealous They Gave me the Name
Emily Taranya
But Everyone Calls Me
Scabs, Pez(ssimistic)
This Many Years Have Passed Me By
16
I've Been Stigmatized
Emo
They'll Never Understand My Actions
Introverted, rarely speaking, Em deals with life in her own way. Sometimes, she'll write in her journals in her own blood spilt by anything sharp. Emily just keeps to herself usually, but on a few, dazed and hopeful occassions, she might reach out and say 'hey'.
Behind Closed Doors, My Dreams Haunt Me
Born into a family of 5 kids, the middle child, with 2 older brothers, one younger sister and a younger brother. Parents that constantly worked, making them richer by the hour. Somewhere along the way, Em got forgotten amidst her athletic and popular siblings, and her parents obsessive focus on the money they had coming in. As a cry for help, she began cutting at age 12. She hasn't been able to quit since. And One Last Thing; A Snapshot
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 5:48 pm
Accepted Boys Dark X Soul They Gave me the Name
Knoxx Monroe
But Everyone Calls Me
Knoxx or "Con"
This Many Years Have Passed Me By
22
I've Been Stigmatized
Emo
They'll Never Understand My Actions
You don't just wake up one day and say you'll be emotional for life. It's not some teenage fad and for people that think I'm one of those kinds of people, well, I guess they just don't know me too well. I brood a lot, whether it's philosophical workings of life or just some off the fly thing, I brood and worry. It's the way I am, so don't bother trying to change me. I'm pretty quiet, a sort of hang back in the alleyways kind of kid. Street corners are where you'll find me, sitting down looking a the sky with my hands in my pockets. I'm sort of shy but sort of not at the same time. I'm not known for my kindness, but I can try to unbend enough for people if I have to. I just don't trust the others out there. Friends can be the people that hurt you the most.
Behind Closed Doors, My Dreams Haunt Me
I was a melodramatic little snot back then, I guess I probably still am. My parents were sort of like ghosts, there but not really, as in they paid for my clothes and fed me but gave me the scantest affection they could. I lived with it just because there really wasn't another place to go to. I ran away a couple times but I always ran out of money and came back; a home is still a home after all. I was going steady with this girlfriend of mine, Alice or some other name, maybe it was Rachel. I think I might've loved her back then, but she sure didn't feel the same way. She stepped all over me after a couple months of on and off dating and took most of friends when we broke up. Teenage angst, you know? So I got fed up with that kind of acting and decided to just up and change myself over. I stopped caring and stopped paying notice to whatever romance s**t they fed you at school. Life's a joke. It's me against the world and there's nobody on my side.And One Last Thing; A Snapshot
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 5:51 pm
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--My Profile will be coming sometime tomorrow. I'm a wuss and need some sleep.
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