Emina1

Status: Living, Breathing, Wishing, Feeling
Joined: August 31, 2011
Last Seen: 5 years
Birthday: October 28
user id: 214067
Location: Nashville, Tennessee
Gender: F

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Hey Guys My name is Rennie and I am 16 years young :) I blow out the candles on October 28th and I love to sing!
Other stuff I love:
Reading
Writing
Talking(I could talk all day lol)
procrastinating
Witty Profiles
walmart people
awesome socks
cute cuddly animals
friends
and a bunch of other stuff
Stuff I hate:
lies
life
bullies
food
my own self....
"perfect" people
"popular" people
math(bleh)
History(OMYGOD BLEGH!!)
and a bunch of other stuff!
If you are seriously reading this far I love you! Hey why are you stalking me?! *Hides in a corner* Haha Okay yes I'm weird but I love it. I mean everyone is wierd, there are just some people who try to be normal.
Ok bye bye Now read my quotes! Follow! Fav!
ALSO I AM PANSEXUAL!!!!!!! :D

My Current Work In Progress:
http://www.wattpad.com/story/12232095-the-misconceived-life-of-a-pathological-liar
My Watt-Pad: http://www.wattpad.com/user/Emina333
My Quotev: http://www.quotev.com/27742102

Emina1's Favorite Quotes

In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, or they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance

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justkiddiing
lyrics

Please tell me you would meet me there, and tear the gun away from me...

If I was to leave tonight, to find a gun and blow my brains out...

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crimson24
guns

"It's not even that I miss cutting...'cause I don't.
I miss seeing the torn up flesh - my torn up flesh - with
crimson ribbons all over it.
I miss seeing it there, shining in the moonlight..."

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crimson24
sad

A poem to my mother about the arguement we just had.

I am not perfect.

Not a single speck in my soul was
ever that perfect or innocent.
I've grown to the harsh realities too
early and you already know that.

The exposure of the hatred and that
single harsh reality brought a hole
to my heart and though I never admit
it, it does really hurt more than you

believe.

You believe that I think I am perfect,
what part of me is perfect if those parts
of me was already taken without a question?
Consent was just as if it was an invitation

that was never recieved that following day.
There were a lot of days where I grew up,
the day my mother, you left the house; I matured.
When my own father asked a hug before he
walked out on me the several months before

my own birthday, no my birthday isn't on
Canada's day (so why call me on that day?)
yes I played with toys and such but everything
changed that night.

Because I wasn't an oblivious child anymore,
I was a girl in grade 4 who was asked in grade 6
by a girl who was my new friend who wondered
what my father worked as.

What part of me is perfect if I have a broken past
which continues to bother me a lot til this day.

I'm embarrassed, people who believe in perfection
have a high confidence but I never did.
The loudest laughter seems to be the fakest and
so I laughed to blend in with the crowd so you'd

never know that a laughing family has cheap
wallpaper covering a hole in the wall of a room.

A room which is my heart.

So there you go, Mom.

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Sweden*
poemmother

From the very beginning you are being told to compare yourself with others. This is the greatest disease; it is like a cancer that goes on destroying your very soul because each individual is unique, and comparison is not possible.

“

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seafoam*
advice

It's curiously intriguing

that the sound of tearing flesh

and the taste of my own blood

is more addicting

than breaking and sucking on chocolate...