CitricAcidRain

Status: See the question? Well, I'm the answer.
Joined: July 24, 2012
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Witty is my family.

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Fourteen.
Irish.
Pianist.
Bookworm.
Writer/ Poet.
Basketball.
Rowing.
Paranormal stuff.
Graphology.
Study of dreams.
Shy.
Tall.
Red hair.
Green eyes.
Left handed.

You can talk to me but I'm no angel.
I got my way with a gun under the table.
I'm my own man, I am what made me.

Don't forget who I am when you see me.

 

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An Irish Love Story
Prologue
 
I'm your typical Irish girl.
Stereotyped until someone finds the leprechauns' treasure beneath the rainbow.
I have flaming red hair and bright green eyes.
Worst of all, I possess a deep inner-city Dublin accent, almost too strong, strangers find my words intelligible.
My name is Emer and I am fifteen years old.
And this is my Irish love story.





So guys, please fave this if you want more. It will get more interesting, I promise!
 
Lads, are any of ye here
from Ireland?

'Cos I am, and I don't know many Irish people here?
So guys, comment your name and I'll write
a boys or girls name that I think sounds cute with yours.




-I promise I will do them all!
 

It's almost that time of year
that kids have to realise,
Santa loves rich kids more.

If I knew the world was going to end in an hour, I would grab any random guy my age and kiss him. I would flash a smile at him and run away.
Yes, this is my plan for the 21st of December.
 





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So, this thing happened to me last night.
I was brushing my teeth,
thinking of all these outrageous things I would like in a guy. For example,
'I would like a guy I could play piano in front of without being nervous.'
'I would like a guy who would write letters to me because he would know how much I love writing.'
'I would like a guy I could sit/stand beside silently and not feel awkward.'

I was brushing my teeth for about a minute or so.
I then looked at the clock, not knowing the time at all.

It was 11:12
Coincidence?
I think not.


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 My teacher:
raise your hand if you are not paying attention.
Yeah, she is smart.

 




Just for once,
I would like to be a boy for a day. 
 And I would look at me, the girl self, and see me from a boy's eyes.

and I would see all the flaws and perfections I cannot see.
 




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A person's diary,
can tell you so much more,
than the person' itself.
 

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