Here is your crown,
Your seal and rings.
Here is your love
For anything.
And here is the night,
The night has begun.
And here is your death
In the heart of your son.
And here you are hunted
And here you are gone,
And here is the love
That it´s all built on.
Here is your cross,
Your nails and your hill
And here is your love
That lists where it will.
Odio et amo: quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. - I love and I hate. You ask me why this is so; I do not know, but I feel it, and it torments me.
Into that world inverted
Where left is always right,
Where the shadows are really the body,
Where we stay awake all night,
Where the heavens are shallow as the sea
Is now deep, and you love me.

Hehe, I just copied that from some random AIM user's profile. I sort of like it... o.o

So, I'm 'sposed to be telling you about meself, eh? I'm 18... Brown hair, almond eyes... Ummm... I like bright colors and drawing. I like to be alone, but I have a total of two people that I love: Zach and Jack. Well, let me think why I love them so much... They love meh , , they'd be the only ones to care if I died, and they understand meh. Well, enough of that. What does my life consist of? People call me weird, my shrink thinks that I am paranoid, and I've been flushing my anti-depressant down the toilet every three hours. My sisters bully me and my parents despise me. I like self-hating rock music you can dance to and I hate people that put cute messages on their answering machines. I love my sketchbook and I hate people with cell phones. You'd think you'd be embarrassed to have a private conversation in front of people you don't know... o.o But I guess this journal is worse than a cell phone...