Insanity's Playground

Insanity was my chyldood playground

I wrote this page around 1996 when i needed a place to vent. I've been placed in the position where I had to decide whether or not to delete this page or leave it as is. I've decided to leave for both nostalgia purposes, and in responce to e-mail's I've recieved. Many came from people the same age that i was when i wrote this, feeling just as misunderstood. After a number of "Thank You's" i think it's important that i leave it so that they know that they aren't alone. I'm also leaving it because of the gross amount of THREATS I actually recieved. Can you believe that there are people out there with so much time on their hands they actually send these long e-mails to me telling me how retarded I am and making fun of this site and harassing the shite out of me! This is Pure sillyness. SO I leave this site for the Dayyum sluts since it offends them so, I think it's absolutly neccesary. teehee. So here you go, my teen mind, and i'm procrastinating right now so i've made another page called (for the moment) Casa de Alie. Sorry For all the dead links below BTW. Like I said I'm leaving it as is. Have fun!

Welcome to my world. for the moment, you can see inside my head. Experiences my thoughts, desires.... and fears. Read my poetry, and then send your own. The insanity in all of us can finally befree.

This wasn't my first web page. The Original Insanity's Playground This was created long ago. But this domain is still missing some of the aspects that had been contained

First of all, I want to warn you. i just got around ta starting a web page so it's sorta plain and retarded fer now. I write poems. Actually i find that poems are the one way that i can truly express they way i feel. Because of that, i have a page of my poems called Eternal Cries. There are times that i will end up writing somthing that kantreally be considered to be poetry. It's the insane ramblings found on random pieces of paper and in corners of my notebook in school. I decided to put some of them here, at Insanity's epiphanies. I also Have my own little Bi page kalled Bisexual Paradice I'm also not goingto act like i am the only person in the world. Or that there is no where else that you would wanna visit. So, i have a page that shows how The World is small and Joined. And don't forget to sign my dreambook in the end.

I belong to a number of web rings... check them out... Insanity's Webrings

When you look in the mirror do you smash it quick? do you take the glass and slash your wrists? did you do it for fame? did you do it in a fit? did you do it before you read about it? ~~X-Ray Spex

Who am i? I'm not really sure if i'd be able to answer that. I don't know who i am. There are so many different ways to describe me. To classify. To accuse me of. I think i'm a girl. Tho sometimes i feel like i'm much more like a boy... like i'm supposed to be a boy and this is all just someone's joke. I'm not angry. I'm not depressed, those are too stereotyped.. too dry. It kant describe me. I'm just me. I feel strongly about what i feel strong about. I stand up for what i believe in, and gives in when i'm too tired to stand hard. I'm not like anyone. I'm just who i am. I do try to hard. Acceptance is too important to me. I guess that's one of my weaknesses. I'm not a raver, even tho i go out whenever i can i love parties. Simple as that. I'm not straight, i'm not gay. I'm just somewhere in between. But no, i guess that i kant really say that i'm bi. I find that is how i classify myself, but in the long run, i just don't believe in sexes. I don't believe in much. I tend to not notice differences. I attend a supposedly "ellite" High School. Umm.. no. The school's nothing more then a school of gifted slackers and geniuses. I'm Pagan. I kant really say what kind of pagan religion i follow tho. i believe what i believe.. but i havn't found one that teaches the same. I guess Eclentric Wicca fits in. I believe in the fae, in unicorns, in dragons. I live in a world i created about 12 years ago. Mostly, i'm just me. A 16 year old chick trying to survive in New York

if only i could break my face, she thought; then i could life. if only i could shatter this mask, which she has hid behind, since before she could remember. the baeuty she had no desire to retain, which she had never wanted. ot always preceeds her; calling out to those, as a cruel welcome; telling all not to probe. not to question. not to get near. telling all that she seeked to hide. behind shy and darkened eyes. if only she could shatter. to cast off the worthless pieces; and bury them beneath the cushions and under the warm wooden floor. to be free, at last, of the bright lights and cold uncaring gaze. beneath the world of onlookers,who hated so easily. who never understood. if only they could see my face, she thought; then i could life. if only i could reveal the empty heart and blackened soul cast down by their weight; so afraid and empty. if only i could throw this mask upon the ground and scream my shallow terror. empty my mind of stifled fears; and drift through a new territory. a haze-like dream. a razor-scar remant, floating through the world of faces; who cry now. with pity. ~a razor-scar remnant.... black tape for a blue girl

Their is nothing more terrible then to die and be forgotten. Too go through your entire life, without ever having actually lived. Without ever having left a mark. Don't let yourself disapear without a trace! sign my guestbook and be remembered forever. You can still leave a little bit of you here....

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