Hey, i'm aluna-san.

Hair: brown

Eyes: green, blue, blackish greenish, browny blue, ok... lets just say they change colour

fave movie: tokyo mew mew, pretear, charmed, harry potter, the mummy, scary move 1234, and movies were the hero dies( and stays dead!(

fave bands/songs: kings of leon, Krazy, and ganster music.

fave colour: green, black, purple and blue.

best friends: My black cat. My cat was my best friend for most of my childhood. sadly she has since past away. I will always miss my precious companion and hope that your next life is just as enjoyable as this one.

I like to write but unfortuantly i never get very far into my stories...unless there awsome.

I also like to read and draw. I am mainly quite and calm...Unless you get on my bad side that is. And i can go really hypo sometimes.

I cherous my friends but they tend to get annoyed with me. I am not pretty but i have got a strange difference from my family.

I sometimes feel depressed and unnatural but i can still be cheerful.

Love anime and vampires and werewolfs and pretear and tokyo mew mew and mermaids and ghosts and the elements and everything.

I am a one of the kind "love the supernatual" girl.

This is just a small poem i wrote (don't read to much into it)

A smile i wear hides my pain and despair

Longing for understanding, but i find none

A lonely life i lead, for no-one knows my pain

No-one knows i cry at night, they think i am a happy child. They couldn't be more wrong

I escape with books and tales, for a while i can forget my dark secrets

So i never smile a true smile, for the little girl i meant to be, is dead

Little do i understand myself, people think they know me, but they do not

I only wish for some-one to love me, even tho i'm so young

Truth be told, i used to laugh, but that was before my dispairing past court up with me

To smile, a true smile, is some-thing people take for granted, is a heavon apon earth

Longing for some-one to make me smile and forget my pain

End my pain and dispair please, make me smile

Thanks for reading

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 did not 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 is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

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