A LITTLE ABOUT ME!
I am an artist.
When I say that, I'm not saying I've got any specific pieces I'm proud of, nor am I claiming to be some sort of prodigy that mass-produces life-changing works of art. I am describing my personality... the way I look at things. I am a poet. I murder and create. I destroy things...in a pretty way. It's me. Also, I study people. I'm a shrink to many people.
I understand people easily, making me easy to get along with.
All in all, I'm a friend.
There are very few people that don't get along with me.
If we meet...and we DONT click automatically... then chances are, you'll know me as a rather reserved and shy person. And then sometimes, I'm exactly the opposite. Its like I cant make up my mind. One day, I'll be quietly sitting in a corner somewhere, and the next, I'll be raving about narwhals or ...something...
Idk.
Well.
Here's my page.
I'm Willow Tragedy.
Yes, This is my only account.
No I am not going to drone on about
a. How much my friends mean to me.
b. How nobody gets me and everything hurts my feelings.
or
c. What I like to do with my "bffs" "lol jk omg"
Because, best guess, you don't care.
I am not what you think.
I am also not perfect.
I make mistakes and have flaws.
People tend to think I'm mean and conceited.
Especially people who've ""met"" me over the internet.
But maybe you should take the time to define the word "mean".
If to you it means not replying to your message that says "hey, whats up?"
or not joining your group.
Well then maybe I am mean.
If you want me to talk to you send me something special.
A question I've never answered before
or an idea that makes me think.
Also just because I've met you in real life doesn't mean
That I'll talk to you on here.
If you insesently use terms such as
Omg Lol Jk Lyke U Ur ect.
Or TyPe Lyke Dis.
I will not reply. Guaranteed.
I get tons of mail and read it all but don't have time
to reply to everything.
I really appreciate fanmail
and Adore hatemail, because that's what makes me stronger.
One last thing. I'm taken which means I don't come on to meet potential lovers.
Overall I'm nice and I might talk to you.
Don't commit suiscide if I dont.
And Don't take me to seriously.
Always remember Willow Tragedy Loves You.
This is my husband. His name is Slender Man. Go ahead. Fuck with it. I dare you. ⓧ
A VIEW INTO MY WORLD...
My Name is, Willow Tragedy.
I am 22.
I am a Graduate of PCHS
Most people DO NOT like me. I, DO NOT give a shit.
I am Bi, && there is NOTHING wrong with it.
I Love to draw, && am quite good at it.
I Love to play DDR, I am, pretty amazingg at it! =]
I Love Movies && Music.
I Love reading && going to school,
I'd Love to && will educate myself further.
I live in Lindenhurst.
IT is a nice little town.
I don't travel alot.
I am often easy to get ahold of.
I Hate Tornadoes,
but am Highly fascinated by them.
I am terrified of the Dark, when I am alone.
I have an amazingg best friend, && you should meet him.
I used to be thin, now I am Delightfully plump.
I am officially taken and loving it!
One of my Best Friends is AJ Fiorentino, I've known him for most of my life, we are close.
I am fairly easy to get along with.
I can be ridiculously funny at times too.
I'm not perfect.
I am the biggest flirt this side of the border.
I drink out of the carton.
I say really stupid things when I'm angry.
I get angry a lot.
Promises? They're a battle.
Friendships? Move through them like underwear.
There is a star for every time I've smiled
And a drop of water in the oceans for every time I've cried.
I love swing sets 'cause I can pretend I'm flying.
I dance around in my underwear pretending I'm a rock star.
I know there's more to this world than routine.
Dreams constantly blend with my reality.
I have more coloring books than purses.
No matter how many times I say I don't believe in love,
I'm a hopeless romantic.
Some days I want to kill the mirror,
Other days I'd seriously tap that.
Sometimes, I seriously don't wanna be alive.
Others, I don't wanna be anything else.
According to friends, my moods change like the winds.
Don't get involved with me if you expect perfection.
I'm guaranteed to hurt you at least once.
But, there are people who will say I'm worth it.
I dance in the rain frequently.
I can't use monkey bars to save my life.
I go through apple juice like an addict through crack.
Sometimes I'm a rebel, others, a goody tooshoes.
I have no idea how to spell "tooshoes."
I believe in going after your dreams,
And having a hell of a good time along the way.
Being a teenager should be fun.
Drama pisses me off,
But it always catches up to me.
I can be a sweetheart
Or a pain in your ass.
Basically, I can be the best thing to ever happen to you,
Or the worst.
You decide.
If you want to know more, you have to ask.
I love this girl dearly!
Hate.
Frustration.
Insanity.
These feelings and more have been overwhelming me with each passing day. Please drain my heart of all this hate before it consumes me.
You and I, we may look the same
But we are very far apart
There's bullet-holes where my compassion used to be
And there is violence in my heart
I'm just a young girl trying to melt the piece of ice in my chest.
I just want to find someone as loyal as I am.
Slowly, I'm beginning to think I never will.
I always thought that there was this one perfect person for everybody in the world, and when you found that person the rest of the world kind of magically faded away, and the two of you would just be inside this kind of protective bubble, but there is no bubble, I mean if there is you have to make it, I just think life is more than a series of moments, we can make choices, and we can choose to protect the people we love, and that's what makes us who we are and those are the real memories.
No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel someday. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.
The intention is clear, I stare, with this left hand, unable to be worded Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live And I
discover words being so vivid and bright Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity The Final One by one it multiplies why be a sad bait? Deep within the hell of my heart I can't go back A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity So I can't live What's lost can't be born again A song that's not even seeking the proof of living Let's put an end The Final Lets bloom flowers of attempted suicide.
CONTACT!
AIM = Ragingfirecat / Lizzeebathory
YIM = Babywillucry4me
MSN = Babywillucryforme@hotmail.com
SKYPE = WillowTragedy
ICQ = Sourdedesang
Well, this is it I guess. I feel so connected to you right now - that I've shared all this with you. I rarely open up like this to anyone. You know? You're so right. I should've thought of that. Hahaha, that's silly. But I like you. You're alright in someone's book. And guess what? I borrowed that book from them and I won't be returning it. I'm crazy about us!
PROTECTION!
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