The Girl
This is a story of a girl Whos __ years old. They call her Hannah. My life has been hell. I've lived in the state of Massachusetts for a little while of my life, I dont really have a reason to leave. I live with my mommy-my dad-Walker-Allan-The story of me. I used to like rap. Ive had a revelation. Im cool now. I am an Emo child. 99 percent baby. cry me a river and turn on some dashboard.I tell everybody to screw themselves.I do my own thing I hate posers,and mean people I hope they die. S\he>l-oves +++++ [musick][punk people][ska][emo][indie][pianos][pierced boys][piercings on me][black][stars][sleep][Spongebob][mohawks][black][spikey hair][laughing][summer][inside jokes][staying up late][sleeping in][shows][NYC][cheap stuff][free stuff][patches][buttons][messenger bags][dreams][skateboarding][swimming][Riding][horsies][Emo][The Boy] //S.he loathes.../ [racism][sexism][love][liars][being ignored][school][homework][feeling alone][silence][hypocrites][having no money][missing shows][bad music][being left out][being sick][Emo][cutting][depression][shallow people][The Boy]

S..he//Li=stens +2+ [Good Charlotte][Dashboard Confessional][The Get Up Kids][Disturbed][Goldfinger][NUFAN][NFG][Finch][Anti Flag][Flogging Molly][Green Day][The Distillers][Rancid][NOFX][MXPX][The Ataris][Less Than Jake][AFI][Incubus][Alkaline Trio][Unwritten Law][Hoobastank][Pennywise][Reel Big Fish][The Casualties][AudioVent][Saves the Day][Taking Back Sunday][Beck][Riddlin Kids][The Ramones][311][Jimmy Eat World][The Vandals][Juliana Theory][Dead Kennedys][Drowning Pool][The Sex Pistols][Stabbing Westward][Fiona Apple][Fuel][Student Rick][Jack off Jill][Korn][Sugarcult][Mindless Self Indulgence][Phantom Planet][Any Punk Covers][Rufio][Smashing Pumpkins][Staind][System Of a Down][The White Stripes][TRUSTcompany][Puddle Of mudd][Semisonic][Slightly Stoopid][Bad Religion][APC][OLP]

She..=Is//
Passionate, vibrant, magnetic, perceptive, emotional, sensual, alert, willful, determined, resourceful, purposeful, directed, dominant, ambitious, fearless, committed, intense, but can be obsessive, extreme, vengeful, jealous, spiteful, unforgiving, bully, menacing, possessive, arrogant

What IS punk? Punk is lying outside on the grass in the middle of the night smoking. Being happy cos you just bummed a quarter, your going to buy a package of ramen and everybody's gonna get to eat lunch today. It's doing zines. Spikey hair. Getting drunk and having your best friend shave your head. Still thinking it looks cool the next morning. Punk is a big PISS OFF to everyone that made fun of you in second grade cos you dressed funny. A revolution. Being loud and not caring. It's going to school dances and passing out queer propaganda. Bright pink hair. Punk is everybody being broke. It's the first time I kissed a guy. Sharing hair dye. Sneaky eyes. Losing your virginity while trying not to wake up the other people sleeping in the same bed. It's anger. Not just sitting home angry anymore, but doing something to change the things you think are screwed up. Punk is resisting psychic death. Getting drunk. Being sober. It's refusing to let the world turn you into a bitter, abusive person. Falling in love with a guy. Staying up all night watching cheezy eighties movies. Poetry sex being proud. Punk is finally forgetting all the ideas our parents tried to instill in us, finally starting to think for ourselves. Writing articles. Refusing to sit down and shut up and smile. Punk is spinning around in the rain. Talking loudly, to anyone that will listen, about freedom. Freedom to be who you want, say what you feel, love who you will. It's refusing to be silenced again. Standing up for people who cannot stand up for themselves. Drinking lots and lots of caffeine. Proving that all punk kids aren't illiterate and mean. Punk is what you make it... "She asked me, 'Whats punk?' I said, 'Punks not a look, it's a lifestyle.' ...She looked confused, so I kicked over a trash can and said, 'That's punk.' She then kicked a trash can and said, 'Is that punk?' I said, 'No, that's trendy.'"

You can IM me at Bloo toob sock
because I am just too cool.<< It's summer I do not feel any different than I usually do. I was expecting some miracle. •poof• everything is perfect. HAH. if only it was that easy. Oh well, at least I dont have teachers on my back all day. now i have...tada...MY DAD.
I have found a new Favorite band, and not many people have heard of them, Nufan (No use for a name) Punk•Ska•Emo whatever you want to call it. I can relate to their music all the way..Well..Im off
Much hateż,
Hannah

I act like I'm 19.
This test was brought to you by Mel - mostly....

•A little about Hannah•
I am - Listening to Incubus
I have - Pj's on for 3 months
I want - Winter
I need - nobody/totally dependant
I think - about what i need to get for school
I will - cry when school comes
I act like - Me
I love - •sigh•who knows anymore
I can - express my self
I feel - tired all the time
I know - that I love you..
I ask - why has my music stopped so soon
I watch - the people go by
I make - You love me...
I've learned - that guys are idiots sometimes, and we shouldnt bother waisting our time on them

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other essay on life and death My pursuit of peace through materialism has brought me chaos and confusion. I've lost my mind and begun to think only of this world in front of my nose which offers me comfort at the cost of my soul. The price I pay for trivial luxuries is dear. I forgot something; Without creativity, spirit fades … All that is special about me begins to sink into a morass of self indulgence. I begin not to believe in God or the Devil, … or myself. If I allow myself to die, so goes my imagination and my idealism. If I allow my creativity to die I watch the things which give color to my life dissipate as if they are a mist. I trade my colors for scorched earth … grey ashes. When I allow myself to die my armoire rusts and falls away. I am assailed by the chatters of sick and frail ghosts. The subjects of conversations turn to diseases and complaints for which there is no cure. I am haunted by my violent thoughts. I am splattered with the drool of dementia. I begin to tell myself that the only cure for life is death.