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Name: Marissa
Birthday: 8/29/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: 
Friends,boys,photography/arts <3
music=Life
bands that are good-
haste the day,
thought riot,
alkaline trio,
the spill canvas,
neon blonde,
bright eyes,
freezepop,
brand new,
bleeding through,
bleed the dream,
culture club( 80's)
billy idol,
the bangles,
daddy yankee,
death cab for cutie,
emery,
underoath,
FFTL,
gatsby's american dream,
minus the bear,
chin up chin up,
hollywood undead
the postal service,
mae,
radiohead,
richard hell&the voidoids,
still remains,
the album leaf,
the cars,
thrice,
30seconds to mars,
billy talent,
AX7
.. and like 45 other bands.
Expertise: photography.
being attracted to those i cant have.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Set The Scene x
AIM: Set The Scene x
AIM: Set The Scene x
MSN: thorn4everyheart@hotmail.com
Member Since:
3/5/2005
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| i have a random urge to just ramble about anything thats everything.
ive been in a collision of emotions lately, with various events and a few people.
but i spose time change things.
and im hoping for the better. i dont know, i just cant wait until spring break, probaby just me and my dad going to florida or maine.
and then this summer hopefully california with melissa for a month or so.
you have NO clue how bad i need to leave, and meet new people, a new place. almost everyone around this shithole is just pathetic, lairs, shallow, have no lives but to sit around and try and dictate others,
make big deals about little things, for example if i someone didnt like ketchup on their hotdogs, and that certain person did, they would call them, stupid, abnormal physco.
i mean seriously, GROOOWW up. i just want to breathe, feel "alive".
live my life without worries; oops. [thats not possible]
seeing as i have a heart two sizes too big. although i may come off and a shallow-bitchy-slutfacewhore.
as some might refer to me as, i am completly not that. yeah yeah yeah. well,
i sometimes tend to think that this world is too big for someone like me. i want so much but get so little, i want to make somewhat of a difference before i die, change someones life; for the better that is. i dont want peace,
i dont want to save all the african children who
drink muddy water and eat a rotten bannan out of the trash. they are meant to live in that manor for a reason, we're all here for one purpose. no one will ever ever know forsure what each of ours is. and thats okay.
i hate people who base their lives, love, careers around money. $$$. as if its worth it i mean, your going to pay to die?
a decent job, that i love doing, finding one person to be with until i fuckin die, and staying close with one friend that i have right now will make me completly happy. forever and ever.
space;time whats right; whats wrong. im going to have to wait.. & wait. count the days;time.
dont let your fears overpower what you Really feel, because in the end your bound to regret everything.
no matter what, we hate, love, forget, forgive, regret. but theres a point when you learn.
all ive gotta say is at least i still have some integrity left. other wise id be doomed.
the little things, tend to make me the happiest, and yet they also drive me insanely mad, upset, annoyed.
i dont like it when the past is relived, i dont like it when the past literly walks into my front door. "hi"
No.. no no no no no. not cool. i dont want to be how i used to, ive changed dramticly in the last 3-4 years its completly messed up. how one person, can impact everything, and the most important few people can up and leave you, and hate you withn minutes.
whats done was done i guess.
ive moved on to better things, ive improved myself in many many ways.
i dont want to fall back. to that fucked up, durgs, MOORRE boose, being used me.
im done, the jokes on you.
im not a fool. im not a hyprocrite, and i wont give up. i never do, im stubborn.
i want to get on with my life, start over.
collage.
maybe one day ill have that little baby, that i can love with all my heart.
im not afraid to loose anyone, because in the end its all worth it, every minute you spend being sad/mad is a minute you wasted and could have been happy.
im trying here. really i am.
this is all random thoughts basically, eh im bored oh well.
time
time
[ space ]
time
after all, we are only human..
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HES GOT HUGS FOR EVERYONEE..
(( HERE COMES A VERY SPECIAL BOYY )) <3
Uhm..
im probably not going to use xanga nemore.. but ill check comments
still.. if there is any? Ehh.. but go to my myspace. becuz i use that
now. its muchhhh better.
http://myspace.com/taketheroses
two of my mannyy drawingss..
-- Forever <33
my doggy.PHIL! OMGSH
<3 haha had to put that one.
<33Hawt. more on my photobucketss <33
Here is one of my songs, kinda.. blah but heyy..
Consider this a Letter Never Sent-
I here by declare this an invitation to break my heart
But id rather see you shoot me dead (shoot me dead)
Then see you rip my heart out (my heart out)
I'm looking up at you right now, I know there something there
Maybe it's more than a love drunk stare. And I know... you know. I meant more than a night away.
From this world and all this four play
Now please baby, shoot be dead. (Shoot me dead)
Before this night turns to red. (Turns to red)
It's too late, now that these sheets are torn, and we've left our mark
Look down, common look down. This carpet has been blood stained red.
Everything has gone out the window.
Everything we once had, you threw it all away.
I'm sorry I can't be what you hoped for. (Hoped for)
I'm sorry you couldn't see what we could have been
This night has gone to hell. With these broken bottles and empty promises.
But I know, you know, you're sorry for what you've done.
Summer love can only last so long. (So long)
It's too late, now that these sheets have been torn, and we've already
left our mark . Now, Look down, common look down.
This carpet has been blood stained red.
For what has felt so strong, it's a beautiful mistake that went so wrong.
Baby, just shoot me dead. Before my head explodes with those words you said.
You never meant a word of it.
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