Time, again and again, has buffeted me aside. It seems almost nothing ever falls into place. maybe it's just my luck. i'm not the luckiest person on the planet. somone said to me it only gets harder as you get older, and they were right. 17, no where to go, no one to be. I should fine it a little neccesary<--[[sp]] to ramble about this. there's nothing much more to do. If you hade'nt noticed, I like vampires. becuase I am one, of course. i don't care if you don't believe me. as for my real name? well. thats shall never be revealed to the public. otherwise, my clan would have to kill you. you don't want that, do you? i can tell you where i'm from. England.you know, that one place. I can speak somwhat french.<---unimmportant? so what. your the one thats reading this. I'd lyk to mention that i don't lyk liars, slutty girls, country music, eggs, marshmellows, vanilla, conventions,poeple,those dodgy little fruit baskets, or REALITY TV. poeple who watch it should be shot in the face. about a million times.I lyk to read, write, listen to music,and drink blood from squealing females. =]