Concept of Me:
I am Mariah.
I know the world is afraid of me.
You're not going to fall in love with me. In fact, if it weren't for my cyclical harassing you almost certainly never remember me. I'm nothing special, and no this is not an attempt at self pity it's just the truth. I won't give you any part of me. I'm not the girl you'll fall for. I'm going to try to make you smile in any way I can, and I'm not going to care how I feel. I've been severely disappointed, and I've experienced the heartache of a young adolescent. Things don't always work out the right way, and I've come to understand that. But just because it hasn't worked for me, does not mean it won't work for you. I will push you. I will tell you what to do, and I will try to make something out of you. I will do so many things, without giving you anything at all. I will make you happy. I am shy in the most ambiguous of ways. My confidence is quite the bitter-sweet attribute of mine. It tends to work against me, but I can defiantly make you valiant. I'm not going to trust you, and that's not an awful thing... you don't need to know anything about me. I don't require it. You don't have to listen to me, rather you tell me about you. I want to know your deepest fears, and your most cruel desires. I want to be able to help you have all those things and more. I want a lot and I receive more than you'll ever suspect you've given me. I feed off of others happiness; it's beautiful you see. Just to see you experience everything you've ever dreamed of. I am but a charity, a contrivance to use to help yourself. I serve in your endeavours of finding yourself. I know fear, and I know loneliness. I know the fear of loneliness. I like to pride myself in my love of solitude, but that is not even half true. I also know immense delight, and anxiety. I know pleasure and menace, and I imagine what it's like to love. Some think I'm just a wistful thinker, a dreamer. I think I'm more real than you suspect, and I'm happy enough with it all. This is the most sincere admittance to my existence as I know it. So give me all you've got, because there is nothing I can't handle.
A R T I S T S:
This changes nearly every day.
The Pink Spiders, Head Automatica, Pink Floyd, The Rocket Summer, Beulah, Tokyo Rose, Neverending White lights, Feist, The Maine, Dance Gavin Dance, The New Art Night, Forever the Sickest Kids, A Fine Frenzy, Greeley Estates, Motley Crue, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Lenny Kravitis, Mayday Parade, Korpiklaani Alesana, All Time Low, Tokio Hotel, Angels and Airwaves, Drangonforce, Enter Shikari, The Spill Canvas, Iron Maiden, The Holly Springs Disaster, MSI, Marilyn Manson, Guns' N' Roses, Jet, Cute is What We Aim For, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Nightwish Spiral Beach, Shiny Toy Guns, Cobra Starship, Prince, Fly Leaf, Secondhand Serenade, Be your Own Pet, Kalmah, The Junior Varsity, Beastie Boys, Stars, Children of Bodom Jack Johnson, Die Mannequin, Dimmu Borgir, Led Zepplin, Atreyu, Pixies, Driver Side Impact, I killed the Prom Queen, The White Stripes, Artic Monkeys, Dio, Idiot Pilot, Micheal Jackson, Bobaflex, Tokyo Police Club, Dirty Pretty Things, Good Night Medic, Teegan and Sarah, Within Temptation, Metric, Beastie Boys, God Forbid, Bloc Party, The Ting Tings, Yiruma, Bjork, Mother Mother, Coheed and Cambria, Megadeth, Debussy, MGMT, Family Force Five, The Vampire Weekand, Bullet for my Valentine, The Moldy Peaches, Lamb of God, Symphony X, Areosmith, All that Remains, Equilibrium, Stutterfly, Bon Jovi, Stevie Wonder, The Doors, Isley Brothers, Luna, Riverfront Ave, The Crystal Stairs, KissKiss.... and more. Obviously.
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Cats are dicks
cry
confused
and her name fits her very will
& things are things ya know
so what are you up to?
but anyways, hi smile