Name: Sam

Age:16

Gender/D.O.B:female, 12th april 1995

What I look like: british-pakistani,about 5-foot,black (dyed brown) hair to the top of my thighs.

Email:symbiosis@live.co.uk

Facebook:My facebook name is Vincent Dragunov :)

Deviantart: currently my name is sasuxnaruyaoi, but as I was younger and a hella lot immature when I made that and wrote the things I did on it, but I'll update when I change it ;)

Likes: MY TWO LOVELY CATS,BOBBY AND MILLIE AND MY BEST FRIEND COUSIN AND MUSE,purplekitty101 at deviantart,anime, manga,naruto,vampire knights,yaoi,gothic fashion,alt music,J.Timberlake ,bowling for soup,phineas and ferb ,Bon Jovi,my ex-job at the library.Lord byron,william earnest henley's invictus.

Dislikes:Homophobes,stuck up people,indian dramas,people who look down on you,racism,Discrimination.ONE PIECE!!!why??? Myself, and my errors. People who dont care about the world,the BNP,facists.Confrontations,sitting in a position when I cant see the people behind me.

In secret we met,

In silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive,

And if I should meet thee,

After long years,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears.

'When we two parted' Lord byron

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul

'Invictus' by William Earnest Henley

If I were going to college Id do art and photography and english Lang. And Lit.But as Im not going,Imma get an aprenticship as a body piercer.

The knives that have grown old,

And rusted in my back,

I drive into yours.

Soooo,me.

Hey, well, Im not sure many of you know me anyway,but I wont be posting anymore.I ,hopefully,will still read,drarry and sasunaru, but I will not have time to write anymore,and I realise the old stuff I wrote was not as good as the level I am at now.

For those of you who know me,shiiiiiiiiiit.I have been through so much shit recently,so it will be very hard for me to get to the computer, which is crap cause this is like, my only form of escapism from the expectations that my family and my community and society expect from a devout british-pakistani muslim girl.

But basically, My step-dad,who likes to ruin things,got hold of my ipod,and decided to read through all my mail,and my outbox.Then he showed my mother,and because he was goading her on, I am now not allowed to go to college.I betrayed their trust,they wreck my life.Makes sense.

But fanfiction is really what keeps me going.And there are alot of authors who I rely on to pull me away from going back to self harm,and I thank you all for that.

But all in all,I am fair fun,despite the above, and I am always free to be mailed.

Love you alls people.You make me whole again.I need yous.

I'm sorry I cant feed your cravings by giving you lovely smutty yaoi, but do flick through my faves, cause theres some good stuff in there off some of my favourite authors,whom I love very much :3

I would totally love it if you mailed me,and if you find yourself in my faves,it means I love you with a passion

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who hurt herself thinking she was wrong.

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