Let's see. I'm a depressed always moping gothy darkish freak of a girl. I hate my family so much. I'm a poet and I believe it is where my calling is. I'm 13. I love my boyfriend so much even though he makes me cry so hard sometimes because he's confused at times and hurls such insults at me. I'm a crier. I cry at least once everyday and I cut once a week or so. I like metal, romantic gothic and some hardcore music and I don't think I can function without it playing. I don't think I can live without my boyfriend's love and support and my pencil and paper.

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