Post by nickyy on Sept 18, 2008 10:59:06 GMT -5
Cover up with make up in the mirror
tell yourself it's never gonna happen again
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]you cry alone and then he swears he loves you.
My name is Katie Michelle Beulin
But you can call me Katie
I am a chica
I have survived 17 years; against all odds
I am half white and half native american ; stupid racists
Im more than average; 5 '7
My eyes are as blue as the sky
and as dark as the ocean
I have brown hair with lots of blond
highlights.
Im still in high school; aka party school
I am complicated and simple, peace loving and war starting. Im not goth, Im not prep, Im not emo, Im not punk, Im not ONE thing. You cant slide me into your categories by my personality... I dress and act EVERYTHING at some point. You couldnt put me in a clique even if you wanted to. Im my own clique. Im expected to be everything I'm not. I change for nothing and no one. I hate humanity, I love humanity. Time doesnt slow down for those who dream; I dream. Im dying to breathe. I live in the now. I want to die young. Love doesnt exist. I act better than you and may very well be. I have a very open and very opinionated brain... in my opinion. There's something sexy about a man in white boxer briefs and black socks. I love myself, I hate myself. I do what I want so I must be a POSER. I am a FAKE. I am who I am so...judge yourself.
My hair is brown black with blond to white highlights. My eyes-I am told-are my best feature. They are a complicated color of blue and are forever changing. I am naturally very tan because of my heritage. Eight piercings on the following places: the left ear; two bottom, one cartilage. the right ear; two bottom, industrial. belly button. tongue.
The past, well its complicated. My mother died giving birth to me so my father raised me. Ever since I can remember, I had been getting beat for killing my mother. It is my fault, and I finally understand that now. I know why my father would punch me until I threw up blood. I know why he broke my arms and ribs. I know why he tied me up and burned me with cigarettes. I know why he tried to drown me. Its because to him, I am my mother. The way I look, the way I walk, the way I talk, the way I laugh, the way I sing. My existing is constant torture for my father. So, on his behalf, I have removed myself from his world. I looked for a school far away; and I found one. Wayview is a long way from Salisbury, North Carolina. So maybe now, he can finally live in peace. Maybe now, he can move on...As I have. Or..am trying to.
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