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Hi guys I'm bored so I'm blogging, might draw later but idk lol. Hope you guys are having a good day/night, love ya'll!!

i can use some tips on how to customize :3

Sitting here wanting to spice up my profile, but completely forget how to code. I used to be like, the Queen of coding back in 2007. Its been so long, I've lost my touch. Lol. I'll have to try to do it again when I have more time. 

elo- anyways so like i just started this and im like really broed rn, but like hi i guess lol. Idk what to write about but like txt me ;)

anyone know how to actually use this, how do you make friends and become part of communities 

Totally confused on where to find my place on here. When I first signed up I was expecting a really big community with some cool folks but idk. I haven't accumulated any friends and It's difficult to reach out to people on here for me. I've been increasingly inactive because of my lack of knowledge on how to use it friend project.

So uh I kinda broke my school computer  But its okay because my parents don't have to pat for it So yeah. Quarintening is so awful I hate it, it sucks major butt. Also idk how I'm gonna make it through 2020, and 2021 is just around the corner. So my moods kinda down, but I'm listening to Metalica and it's cool. So that's lifting my spirits a little. I also know this is random but I wanna dye my hair so bad it's not even funny. I kinda want it tolook like this (I'm trying to put a pic in here so if it's bad don't @ me cuz idk how to friendproject lmao) (OMG I DID IT OMG YVUTCKYRXI)But yeah, thats the hair I want, but I have brown weak hair so I know it won't work, so I am decideing on a fade from purple to brown, purple on the bottom and my hair color on top, but thats my dream hair lmao well, I said alot so uh bye uwu

i really don't know what to write on here and i don't think that anyone is even going to see this.Today was just another day, nothing exciting, nothing bad, just another day 

HOW DA HELL DO I WORK THIS???/

Hello????..???....?!!!?$$).?1

Body: 1. Who is your last text from?  My mum2. What are you wearing? Doctor Who sweat pants, Gudetama tee, BlackColumbia Jacket3. What's your middle name? I cannot divulge that information.4. Your current relationship status(married or not)? Separated5. Does your crush like you back? Kind of6. What is your current mood?  Feeling 14 again7. What's your mom's name? Andrea8. What color shirt are you wearing? Dark gray9. If you could go back in time and change something, would you? Definitely10. Do you like drinking tea? Of course I'm in Southern.11. Ever had a near-death experience? A few. There's never a dull moment in my life.12. Something you do a lot? Have my expectations disappointed.13. Who can you tell anything to? My mum14. Name someone with the same birthday as you? Abraham Lincoln15. When was the last time you cried?  Last night16. How many people have you kissed? Idk, maybe 20 or so. 17. If you could be one super hero, who would it be? Doctor Who18. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite/same sex? Mannerisms19. What do you usually order from Starbucks? Iced vanilla20. What's your biggest secret? It would defeat the purpose if I told you21.Favorite color? Light Grayish-Purple22. Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows? On occasion with my kiddo23. What are you eating or drinking at the moment?  Coffee24. Do you speak any other language? English well, Various other sentences in Japanese, German, Swedish, Spanish, Latin, and French.25. What's your favorite smell? Cedar, fresh cut wood, gardenhose water, chlorine. 26. Describe your life in one word what would it be? Cinderella27. Have you ever kissed in the rain? I'm sure it's happened at some point28. What are you thinking about right now? How to get my life together. 29. What should you be doing? Working on crafts to sell.30. Who was the last person that made you upset/angry? A friend31. Who was the last person you kissed? My ex32. Do you like working in the yard? I like gardening so I guess yeah.33. Do you act differently around the person you like? Always34. What is your natural hair color? A darker brown.35. Who was the last person to make you cry? Friend

ugh i have nothing to do and im so tired even tho i sl3pt! it was fun making my profile tho

btw me and isaiah died pretty fast actually. a couple months ago in fact. I was out of all kinds of drugs except nicotine for 2 months till this week. Being sober is horrible because i actually can have genuine feelings stick deeper and kayden wasn't who i thought he was.

it's honestly so nice to go back to old childhood games that you played when you were REALLY really young because it just unlocks a bunch of happy memories of being a kid and nostalgia is like my favorite feeling ever. :) nostalgia is sad but also wonderful at the same time and i love things like that! q_q

This is the first collection of my unfinished writing from high school. includes: poems, quotes, character description, short stories, etc.Please be kind as most of these pieces are based off of my life and experiences, and were written between 2015-17. Plus, maybe someday ill find the inspiration to create a completed piece out of one or some of these ideas! ———————————A simple white brick, with its paint peeling off, against the other regular red-ish browns, his creativity circulated throughout his veins.He definitely was no artist, but instead art itself. I laid on the couch, feeling myself slowly getting swallowed by its crevasse as he held my hand and sat down on the small leftover area. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, he left his legs still falling over the side and tightened his grip on my hand. I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to leave. His arms began to twitch as he struggled and wiggled into a comfortable position. His bright grey eyes glowed blue in the light anytime he looked over at me and yet he only stayed that way for mere seconds, it filled me with days of warmth. Once he finally finished wiggling his way to comfort, he let the seconds he looked to me grow until leaning in to kiss my dried-up lips. He was a seemingly ordinary flower, a pure white rose, that grew in a garden surrounded in red. I enjoyed the moment, as my face flushed, before I lifted my head and laid on his chest. That’s when he let go of my hand, and traced his fingers against the skin of my arm before leading down to my thighs. ———————————It’s amazing how something can be so blue and yet absolutely colourless. Bruises covered my legs, creating a pearlescent appearance as all the cool-colors blended themselves into my pale skin. ———————————A writer is like a collector-- the gathering and brainstorming to add onto the piles of ideas they have set aside for the day they can add more detail, more inspiration, or just more of anything that can make them turn to something with real interest amongst others.They will have inspiration to write, but still just sit staring at a page in agony because there isn’t a right set of words they can throw together that will describe the thing or person they are trying to write about.Writers learn the mundane things they add to their characters from real people. Maybe someday, there will be a stranger in the corner of their eye at a restaurant that clearly has fear plastered on their face as they rip their napkin into little confetti pieces. Maybe across from them is a close relative that doesn’t notice they tend to spit out everywhere while they talk, and it’s getting all over the food that was set out in front of them. Another day, it’s the couple at a movie theater that sat all the way at the top and are cuddled so close together; fitting as if they were really just puzzle pieces. The emotions that flow out of the smile on the girl’s face that doesn’t even slightly diminish throughout the entire movie.Writers can also be actual collectors-- keeping ahold of meaningless things they’ve gotten overtime, like a plain, old, movie ticket from a date they went on months ago; because the emotions attached to it is a reminder of the moment, as if looking at it is like watching a video of the whole thing.———————————She was an angel, golden and glowing.Totally sparkling from head to toe in complete and utter peace. Anyone that met her could immediately tell that she was good; A light at the end of a tunnel, a colourful sunset filling the sky after a hard day, a rainbow that came after the rain. However, nobody could tell that she was the tunnel. She was the hard, long day that brought those around stress, and she was definitely the storm destroying everything in its path. She was an angel, craving chaos.She made the days start out in the chaos she desperately desired, like there was a dark piece hidden inside this angel everyone saw. This demon inside her, gave pain, and heartache to the one person that it shouldn’t have. In all fairness, this person she broke in secret was a demon in others eyes. This boy, just a dark shade of grey.For most of his life, everyone knew to stay away. He brought around a huge darkness, a cloud that cloaked over the sky like a blanket as he walked by. Most of his pleasure came solely from the heartbreak that he brought others. But, once he met her he did everything to make sure he brought her nothing but love. She made the world brighter for him, as she was shiny lights that lit up a pathway.. for the most part. Yet still, nobody could see him as anything other than the demon he was. Little did they know, all he wanted now was something simple, something calm. He was a demon seeking peace.