Hello fellow fanfictioners and esteemed guests to this website! As you have probably already noticed, my name is TearsofPain58, but do not be deceived by the utterly depressing name. I am actually a naturally bubbly, social, and cheerful (not to mention talkative and annoying) person! I only chose a dark name like TearsofPain58 because I have a dark twisted mind and most of my stories are going to be sad and depressing (although they're all happy and fluffy at the end). My theory is that I'm just so awesomely energetic and happy on the outside that my brain has to channel my twistedness somewhere, and that somewhere is in my writing. But anyways, I would just like to say that it is an honor to be able to write on an awesome site like this, and I would love to talk to anybody (and I do mean anybody) who is willing to talk to me and endure my random craziness.

My obsessions are X-men, The Last Airbender, Young Justice, Teen Titans, Ultimate Spider Man, (and pretty much every cartoon superhero show), The Lord of the Rings, The Sandlot (especially Benny...), Power Rangers (Especially Samurai and Megaforce), The Powerpuff girls, Harry Potter (who else here absolutely loves Draco Malfoy? No one? Okay then...), Percy Jackson (I ship Percabeth all the way to Tartarus!), and the classics such as The Three Musketeers, The Jungle Book (yes that is an actual book), and Uncle Tom's Cabin (which just so happens to be The. Saddest. Story. Ever.), and... wait for it... VeggieTales! I am actually listening to the Larry Boy theme song as I type this.

My favorite type of music is either soft slow Christian music such as "Blessings" by Laura Story (go look it up; it's awesome!) or hardcore rock music such as "Sick of it", "Rise", "Hero", "Comatose", and other songs by Skillet (Panhead forever!!), and "Release the Panic", "Feed the Machine", and "Die for You" by RED.

I would just like to say that if you don't like reading kinda long profiles that have some sorta stupid things in them, I suggest you just skip to the bottom of the page and look at my stories. Of course, it would make me very happy if you did read my profile...

Now, before we go onto my actual profile, God'sgirlforever and I both wrote poems about my penname (Tears of Pain) and I thought that I would share them for you. The first one is mine and the second one is hers.

Mine:

My heart feels like it's been torn from my chest;
I don't know how to be happy again
Like a little bird fallen from it's nest,
If it can be repaired I know not when

Though on my face emotions never show,
This anguish is almost too much to bear.
My own emotions are my largest foe
And I cannot seem to make myself care.

What good is this world full of pain and strife?
What benefits can I possibly reap?
Except for a taxing and pain-filled life,
Where my dreams will be buried oh so deep.

Ever increasing is the pace,
Of the tears of pain that slide down my face

God'sgirlforever's:

Tears of pain
Tears of sorrow
Roll down my face
As I watch you leave

These tears of pain
Will one day turn
To tears of joy
When I see you again

It may well be
We we next meet
It will be in Heaven
And not on Earth

I truly hope
That in that time
Your life is blessed
And full of joy

May you always be happy
And never sad
I wish you good wishes
My very good friend

So to sum it up
I always pray
That you shall never

Cry tears of pain

Leo Valdez Quotes: (I forgot to mention him in my obsessions list. I don't know how though. I fangirl over him every day...)

Leo: Rainbows,ponies...

Butch: I will throw you off this chariot

Everyone loves a bad boy

Narcissus is amazing... at pure suck!

If I was as suck as you I'd drown myself. Oh wait you already did that!

She wanted me to betray you guys but I was like "Pfft, like I'd listen to the face in the potty sludge!"

Leo: Who is it?

Eilodons: Valdez!

Leo: Valdez who?

Leo: Welcome to Leo World!

Frank: I hate Leo World.

I mean... Oh, cool! Suffering... I love suffering! Let's do this.

This is Leo. I'm the... What's my title? Am I like admiral or captain or...

Repair boy.

Oh very funny Piper.

Survive first. Figure out crayon drawing of destiny later.

I try not to think. It interferes with being crazy.

Am I worth, like, two Franks or three Franks?

No Pipes, they're just a random group of giant eagles flying in perfect formation. Of course they're Roman!

"I'm out of gas! Whoa that came out wrong. I mean the burning kind!"

"Thats what happens to snow in Texas, lady. It freaking melts!"

"Vulcan?" Leo demanded. " I don't even LIKE startreck."

"Festus? Sounds like the god of cowboys."

"Ta-da! The worlds heaviest carry-on!"

“I'm the Super-sized McShizzle, man!" Leo said. "I'm Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies love a bad boy.”

Scrawny is the new sizzling hot!! And I got the scrawny! (This is officially my new motto!)

Real Friends/Fake Friends:

Fake Friends: Call you on their phone

Real Friends: Yell out the window

Fake Friends: Knock on your door

Real Friends: Walk right in and say "I'm home!!!!"

Fake Friends: Try to act sane around you

Real Friends: Drink 3 cups of coffee before you hang out

Fake Friends: Hate Justin Bieber with you

Real Friends: Kidnap him and let you torture him

Fake Friends: Will be crying at your funeral

Real Friends: Will be sitting in jail for murdering the person who killed you

Fake Friends: Will lend you their umbrella

Real Friends: Steal yours and yell " RUN GIRL RUN!!!!!!"

Fake Friends: Bust you out of jail

Real Friends: Sit in your cell with you and say "That was fun"

Fake Friends: Will hide you from the cops

Real Friends: Will be the reason they're chasing you

Fake Friends: Never eat your food

Real Friends: Are the reason you have no food

Fake Friends: Will pick you up when you fall

Real Friends: Pick you up and trip you

Fake Friends: Offer you a soda

Real Friends: Spill it on you

Fake Friends: Pick you up when you twist your ankle in gym

Real Friends: Tell you to man up

Fake Friends: Will help you when you are lost

Real Friends: Will give you bad directions and break your compass

Fake Friends: Think youre sane

Real Friends: Hold a gun when they're near you

Fake Friends: Will try not to embarrass themselves

Real Friends: Sing about bunnies in the hallway

Fake Friends: Will say they're your BFF

Real Friends: Say they hate you everyday and stick their tongue out at you (guilty) 8)

Fake Friends: Have sleep-overs with you

Real Friends: Stalk you in your sleep 8) (scared yet) *maniacal grin*

Fake Friends: Say in gym "Dang its hot!! I wish it would rain" and give you some of their water

Real Friends: Splash water on you and yell " DO THE RAIN DANCE!!!!!!!! "(I would just like to say that this is a very unpleasant experience.)

Fake Friends: Forgive you when you say something mean

Real Friends: Hit you in between the shoulder blades with a water bottle and threaten to rip out your tongue and slap you with it

Fake Friends: Will calm you down when your boyfriend dumps you

Real Friends: Will toilet paper his house

Fake Friends: Argue about serious things

Real Friends: Start yelling at you about rubber ducks

Fake Friends: Comfort you when you are losing your voice

Real Friends: Laugh and say you sound like an old woman (MAPLEPAW!!!)

Fake Friends: Comfort you when you get braces

Real Friends: Tell you your voice sounds weird

Fake Friends: Laugh at your jokes

Real Friends: Laugh when you fall off of a cliff

Fake Friends: Will help you move.

Real Friends: Will help you move the bodies.

Fake Friends: Know all your best memories.

Real Friends: Have lived them with you.

Fake Friends: Disagree when you say, "Words can't hurt me."

Real Friends: Will hit you over the head with a dictionary to prove you wrong.

Fake Friends: When you're in the hospital, they'll say, "Get well soon."

Real Friends: When you're in the hospital, they'll say, "Soooo, if you die, can I have your (insert really valuable item that you own.)?"

Fake Friends: Calm you down when you're angry

Real Friends: Skip beside you with a baseball bat singing "Someone's gonna get it!"

I would just like to mention that this is me and my best friend in the entire world (or my biffle(BFFL), depending on whether you know the people I do... That would be awkward if you did...)

I am not that girl, The one that is super popular. The one that is rich. The one obsessed with Twilight. The one that will lie to get her way. The one that doesn't care about your feelings. The one that wears her Team Edward or Team Jacob shirt proudly. The one that has a new boyfriend every week. The one that hates her life because she wears size-two jeans. The one that would cry over a boy. The one that loves Justin Bieber. The one that will give up because she broke a nail. The one that started wearing makeup at nine years old.

BUT

I am that girl, The one who likes books more than boys. The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy. The one who reads and writes to escape. The one who just wants to help. The one that really wants to make a difference. The one that sticks to her values. The one that cries when she feels alone and helpless; it only shows she's strong. The one that knows she's beautiful, no matter what others say. The one that refuses to believe that this is it. The one that doesn't care if she eats too many cinnamon buns ... they taste good. The one that people like, because she's crazy. The one that doesn't care if she looks like an idiot, because if looking like an idiot is what it takes, go for it. The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow. The one who won't give in. The one who won't give up.

I love this. I live by this.

Six truths in life:

1. You cannot stick your tongue out and look up at the ceiling at the same time: a physical impossibility

2. All idiots, after reading this will try it

3. And discover that it's a lie

4. You are smiling now because you are an idiot.

5. You will soon post this on your profile for another idiot to see.

6. There is still a stupid smile on your face.

It's true! I did it! Of course, considering it's me, that doesn't prove much...

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Here's some more proof that I'm an odd person! Enjoy!

How to tell if you're a writer:

-If you talk to yourself. (Check)

-If you talk to yourself about talking to yourself (i.e. ‘I wonder why I talk to myself so much?’) (I do that all the time...) (It's awkward at the bus stop...)

-If, when you talk to yourself, you sometimes speak as if talking to another person (i.e. ‘Okay, so have you ever noticed that the word ‘deliver’ could mean removing someone’s liver?’) (It's like Robin from Young Justice! I'm feeling the aster!)

-If, after uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand in awe and say, ‘Wow, this is good stuff for sugar highs!’ (I just need one small piece of chocolate and I'm good)

-If you live off of sugar and caffeine. (Yep...)

-If people start to notice that you tend to check your e-mail every day for a week, then suddenly disappear off the face of the planet. (And then I feel really guilty afterwards...)

-If your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random. (It takes me half an hour to respond to an email that was 2 sentences long...)

-If, when replying to someone else’s e-mail, you are sometimes so random that you fail to address the original message altogether. (I do that daily. Unless I'm not checking my emails...)

-If you tend to collect the Bic Stics people leave lying around, kind of like picking pennies off the ground. (Don't you just love those things? I carry one with me everywhere.)

-If, no matter where you are in your room, you never have to so much as get up to reach a pen/pencil and paper. (Correctamundo. And no, I don't care that I probably didn't spell that right, and it is beside the point that it isn't a word anyway...)

-If the letters are starting to wear off on the keys of your keyboard. (I'm not quite to that point yet, but that day will come eventually...)

-If people think you might have A.D.D. (They would be correct...)

-If you think it’d be cool to have A.D.D. (It is! I can move from topic to topic as fast as- Squirrel!!)

-If you start constantly talking in third person, past tense. (Emma tiredly rubbed her eyes as she diligently worked on her brand spanking new fanfiction profile instead of doing her Algebra homework.)

-If you think about making lists like this, and start giggling for no ‘apparent’ reason. (Or you just giggle without thinking about anything.)

-If your friends don’t even bother to look funny at you anymore when you start giggling for no apparent reason. (They do it too, so it would be kinda hypocritical if they looked at me funny. They're writers too...)

-And finally, the number one way to tell if you’re a good writer: If you worship English 101. (It is practically embedded in my DNA.)

Sometimes we wonder,
'What did I do to deserve this?' or
'Why did God have to do this to me ?'
Here is a wonderful explanation!
A daughter is telling her Mother how everything
is going wrong , she's failing algebra and her best friend is moving away.
Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and
asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the
daughter says, 'Absolutely Mom, I love your cake.'
'Here, have some cooking oil,' her Mother offers.
'Yuck' says her daughter..
'How about a couple raw eggs?' 'Gross, Mom!'
'Would you like some flour then?
Or maybe baking soda?'
'Mom, those are all yucky!'
To which the mother replies:
'Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves.
But when they are put together in the
right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake! '
God works the same way. Many times we wonder why
He would let us go through such bad and difficult
times. But God knows that when He puts these things
all in His order, they always work for good! We just
have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all
make something wonderful !
God is crazy about you.
He sends you flowers every spring and
a sunrise every morning.
Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen.
He can live anywhere in the universe,
and He chose your heart.
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are
here we might as well dance!