Sorry If I Don't Have Any Storys :p

Hello =D My Name Is Pricess Of Fallen Angels

I Live In My House.

I Am A Certian Age You Do Not Need To Know XD

I Love To Write,Read,Spend Time With Family & Friends

I Work At School As A Student At School

I Love Seth ClearWater :D

My Friends Say I'm Obsessed With Him :p It's True I'm Obsessed With Seth Clearwater XD

"There are no stupid questions, just stupid people."

"What are the three words guaranteed to humiliate men everywhere?
''Hold my purse.'"

"Don't follow in my footsteps, I tend to walk into walls."

"I called your boyfriend gay and he hit me with his purse."

"Just because I'm cute doesn't mean im nice."

"I'm not afraid of Death. What's he gonna do,kill me?"

I am on a quest to the deepest, darkest corners of my room in search of what some would call "a floor" - a long and difficult task awaits me. Wish me luck my friends for I may not return alive.

They say "Guns don't kill people, people kill people." Well I think the guns help. If you stood there and yelled BANG, I don't think you'd kill too many people.

It takes 42 muscles to frown,28 muscles to smile,but only 4 muscles to reach out and slap someone.

I ran with scissors, and lived!

You cry, I cry, you laugh, I laugh, you fall off a cliff, I laugh even harder

Boys are like slinkeys, useless, but fun to watch fall down the stairs.

You laugh now because you're older than me by mere months, but when you're 30 and I'm still 29, who will be laughing then?

I live in a world full of bunnies and unicorns...but the bunnies are cutting themselves and the unicorns are acting all emo again

Life isn't passing me by, it's trying to run me over.

My knight in shining armour turned out to be a loser in aluminum foil.

REMEMBER WHEN..
getting high meant swinging at a playground
the worst thing you could get from boys was COOTIES
mom was your hero, and dad was superman
your worst enemies were your siblings
and race issues were about who ran the fastest.
war was a card game, and life was simple and carefree
the only thing that hurt was skinned knees
and wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut.
remember when...
ALL YOU WANTED TO DO WAS GROW UP?

This is to you, his best friend.
The girl who puts up with more taunting, teasing, and endless torture that she ever should because she knows he teases the people he loves the most.
This is to you, the girl he always calls first to tell about his big news or just to talk to someone about the latest episode of Lost, even though he knows you don’t care, but you’ll listen.
This is to you, who picks him up at any hour, at any place, when he gets into another fight with his parents, and he knows you’ll drop everything to go and get him.
This is to you, one of the guys.
The one who laughs when they tell you they sometimes forget you’re a girl, or when they create new nicknames for you that aren’t cute, but mean something relating to you being a whore or a slut.
This is to you, the girl who was there when there was too much alcohol and too much loneliness in the room that night and things got carried away.
The girl who spent the next week hiding from her parents with hickeys on her neck.
The girl who never asked you about what happened and just accepted that you didn’t want anything more than that night, though that might have been just what she wanted.
This is to you, who shells out endless amounts of that you really can’t afford.
This is to you, when you realize his best friends have become yours.
This is you who set up those dates for him with your cute friends when a piece of you is actually jealous.
And to you again, when you are the one who helps him through his relationship with all of those girls.
This is to you, the girl who hears everything that people say about you two, and this is to you again, the girl who chooses to ignore everything they say.
This is to you, the girl who never thought she would say the sentence "No, we’re just friends…" so many times in her life.
This is to you.
The girl who ignores the looks, the comments, the rumors, and the speculations of everyone else.
To the girl who know the true meaning of friendship, even if she is "one of the guys," or if she does maybe want something more.
This is to the girl who wouldn’t give up what she has for anything, because she is happy.
This is to you.

I cry at weddings
hospitals make me nervous
I'm sarcastic to a fault
but it doesn't matter
I can be pretty mean
naive is my middle name
and I don't believe in perfect love
but it doesn't matter
he thinks it's cute

Whenever I'm away from you,
i think about you constantly but if
someone ever asks about you, i can only say,
"I don't like him much, just as a friend."
even though everyone knows differently.
As i start to tell this little lie, a few things
come to mind. I miss the way you kiss me
on the lips and on the tip of my nose.
When you hold my hand and then you play
with my fingers. How you stare at me and smile.
I miss the way you smell
as i give you a hug and the feeling of your hand
leaving the small of my back.
The way you hold me tight to your body
and whisper, "I need you, don't go anywhere."
I miss your grin and how it always
makes me smile too. I miss slipping into unseen areas
to sneak a kiss or two...but usually its four.
I miss looking into your eyes and thinking how
there couldn't be anything deeper.
I miss your sense of humor and determination
to keep me happy. I miss just sitting and talking
about nothing of importance
then making fun of one another. The long talks
about more meaningful topics, the ones
where you always end up telling me how much you want to do
anything for me. I miss the daily reminders
of what you're thinking and how you're feeling.
I miss having my best friend at my finger tips, just
a message away. Or just having you around so much.
To sum it up, i miss you.
Not just one part or a few things, but all of you.
I miss all of you

I liked the days when boys were
written down on paper listed on your
top 5, instead of you carrying them in
your heart. When you would brag about
how cool your parents were, instead
of talking about how they now ruin your
lives. When the only reason you didn't
want to get out of bed for school was
because you were sleepy, & now it's
because each day is a struggle. While hide
& seek was the coolest game, instead of
guys seeing how many girls they can go
out with at one time. When you wished
upon birthday candles, & now you wish
on a boy who is holding your heart. The
days when you were just a kid who still
had their innocence, & now you're a teen-
ager who knows everything has changed

Hidden

Heat flushed my pale cheeks as I walk unnoticed

It’s hard to be invisible, even though it’s always been like this

Deciding to try to speak up and take a stand, but backing down from fear

Do not cry, I scold myself when I’m left out yet again

Everyone has a group. They joke and laugh with each other…what’s wrong with me?

No one notices…they never will

My name is Tiffany

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren’t ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can’t do a wrong

I can’t speak at all

Or else im locked up

All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren’t home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe ill just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie’s bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I’m so afraid now

I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to the door

He’s already locked it

And i start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

"I’m sorry!", I scream

But its now much to late

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O please God, have mercy!

O please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While i lay there motionless

Brawled on the floor

My name is tiffany

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now, And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late, Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I to cancel the date. I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you