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Last Login: 08/20/2017 3:53 pm

Gender: Female

Birthday: 12/18

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Escaping reality is simple..escaping your own self persecution is another story.

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
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In dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own.

Well this is me..

My name is Allie
I'm 20.
DOB 12181991










Allie Facts:

I'm simply crazy.
I don't make a whole lot of sense most of the time.
I'm weird and dorky.
I'm complicated.
I write better than I speak.
I hate my voice.
I sound like a 6 year old girl at a justin bieber concert competing for his girl affection!
I'm published. (no joke)
I'm an inducted member of the International Society of Poets.
I was in choir.
I was in theater.
I was a ROTCY Nazi. ♥
I loved ROTC.
I was an MP in the US Army.
I was medically discharged.
It broke my heart.
I hate dishes..
I love music.
I lost my mind some where in a book a long long time ago.
I rather read than move half the time.
I can't stand people.
I am a mother to a beautiful monster!
I have a few birth marks.
My pinky fingers bend side ways.
I can walk on point.
I'm socially awkward.
I'm afraid of friendship the way most people are afraid of love.
I can't type worth a damn!
I suck at math.
I was in SPED math during high school.
I was exempt from the Texas state math taks and science taks because they knew I would never pass.
I can play the flute.
I can't spell.
I was hit by a car.
I ruined my face with the road.
I have not gone a single year since 4th grade without ending up in the ER for something or another.
I almost died from STAPH in April of 2011.
I'm not kidding.
I really did almost die. I've got the pictures to prove it.
I'll show you if you ask.
But be warned its pretty growdy.
I will no eat or drink anything purple.
In High school I refused to read anything that I didn't pick my self.
I once ditched class and sat in the library re arranging the books to my liking. (by height, size, genre, and alphabetical.)
I have OCD.
I'm terrified of reptile, and amphibians. Even fake ones.
Even fish creep me out...
I'm tired.
















Making Friends Is Never Easy

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From my profile you can tell a few things about me. My name, my age, a few bits of my personality, but that doesn't mean you really know me. I'm far more than just text on a page. If you want to know me grow a pair and jump to it. I bite but I'm most likely millions of miles from you so you don't have to worry about that much. I currently live in Texas of the US however I am saving up and planning to move to either Wales, Merryside, or Surrey. I love making friends from around the world I'm not an open book but if you have the courage and strength then you may be able to look through a few pages.

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Ooo s**t!

Shh Remus. It's Filtch!

Wha? What is it James?

James

Sirus

Remus

RIP
Jessica Lynn Ard. I Love You Hunny!

Scarebaby, Scarebaby,
where do you run?
Out in the graveyard,
to have you some fun?
dancing with skeletons
Up from the ground?
Doing a jig
on the burial mound?
Scarebaby, Scarebaby,
horrid you are
with the wings of a bat
and a face with a scar,
The fangs of a vampire,
the tail of a snake;
You open your mouth
and the noise that you make
Is a song that the devil sings
bitter and loud.
Tell me my baby,
was your mother proud?
Scarebaby, Scarebaby,
Where do you run?
Not out in the morning,
not out in the sun.
You live in my nightmares,
You hide from the day;
and there little Scarebaby
there you will play

Here's A List Of Fearful Things:
The Jaws Of Sharks
A Vuture's Wings
The Rabid Bite Of The Dogs Of War
The Voice Of One Who Went Before
But Most Of All The Mirror's Gaze
Which Counts Us Out Our Numbered Days