No words could contain a damned soul for too long

Name: just call me Michelle...

Age: I'm 15 (2010)

B-day: I can't tell you exactly

Home: I live in the Philippines that's how much I want to reveal

Hobbies: reading, making up some worthless stories on this site, badminton, volleyball and some swimming...and taekwondo...and teasing my lil' bro

School: Why would you want to know...?

Friends: I have hundreds...but not a lot of them are too close...

Fave:

Color/s: Red and Black and Silver! (thanks to Kakashi...yeah, pretty ungirl-ish)
Subject/s: English and Math...and arts
Boy: Johnny Depp (as the Mad Hatter I kinda' sorta... thought he was so hot! haha)
Place: anywhere, s'long as my 'rents or brother would stop bothering me
Music: Rock and OPM and Japanese songs, like theme songs from animes

HOPE YOU ENJOY MY STORIES...I KNOW THEY SUCK BUT HEY...XD oh and,

May I please remind any of you reading this that if ever you review to any of my stories (which is very much appreciated) please, for the love of all people who has the name Pete, lay down on the critisism; I don't really handle well with any flames and what not, but if you dare, I won't be held responsible for my actions...

And oh yeah...

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 has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it

(I was a sufferer of Homophobia in some stage of my life too, and well I'm not proud of it. I forgot about the fact that they are human and that they also have feelings so I'm quite ashamed of that misstep and now I need to make a lifetime of atonement)

The Twilight Oath
I promise to remember Bella
Each time I carelessly fall down
And I promise to remember Edward
Whenever I am out of town
I promise to obey the traffic law
For charlies sake of course
And I promise to remember Jacob
When my heart fills with Remorse
I promise to remember Carlisle
When ever I am in the Emergency Room
And I promise to remember Emmett
Every time there's a huge boom
I promise to to remember Rose
Whenever I see something that holds pure beauty
And I promise to remember Alice
When I'm at a mall and a cute outfit spots me
I promise to remember Nessie
When I see that beautiful bronze hair
And I promise to remember Esme
When someone tells me they care
I promise to remember Jasper
Whenever my stomach isn't curled
And I promise to remember the Volturi
When someone speaks of dominating the world
Yes I promise to love Twilight
Wherever I may go
So that all may see my Obsession
Because I know what the Twilighters know

Bella:Do I Ever Cross Your Mind?
Edward:No
Bella: Do You Like Me?
Edward:No
Bella:Do You Want Me?
Edward:No
Bella:Would You Cry If I Left?
Edward:No
Bella:Would You Live For Me?
Edward:No
Bella:Would You Do Anything For Me?
Edward:No
Bella:Choose Me Or Your Life?
Edward:My Life
Bella Runs Away In Shock And Pain And Edward Runs After bella And Says:
~The Reason You Never Crossed My Mind Is Because Your Always On My Mind
~The Reason I Dont Like You Is Because I Love You
~The Reason I Dont Want You Is Because I Need You
~The Reason I Wouldnt Cry If You Left Is Because I Would Die If You Left
~The Reason Im Not Willing To Do Anything For You Is Because I Would Do Everything For You
~The Reason I Choose My Life Is Because You Are My Life

(¨·.·´¨).I.(¨·.·´¨) (·.·´·. ¸.·;Love·.¸.·´·.·´) ·.¸.·´EDWARD CULLEN·¸.´ ·.¸(¨· Forever·´¨)..·´ ·.¸.·´ █████████████████ 100 a Bella/Edward lover

╔══╦══╦══╗ you have been diagnosed
║╔╗║╔═╣╔╗║ with Obsessive Cullen
║╚╝║╚═╣╚╝║ Disorder put this on your
╚══╩══╩══╝ profile if you've caught it to.
_ _ _ _ _ Put this
_ _ _ heart
_ _ _ _ on your
_ _ _ page if
_ _ _ you love
_ _ _ all of the
_ _ Twilight cast
YES, I do have OCD (Obsessive Cullen Disorder)
You know when you're obsessed with the Twilight series when... you love Edward Cullen and wish you were Bella, you're convinced vampires exist and aren't ashamed of it,Copy and Paste this!
If whenever you see or hear the name Edward you freak out and have a small fit because you love him so much, and then people stare at you, copy this!
If you truely believe there is an Edward Cullen somewhere out there for you copy this to your profile.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...

You talk to yourself a lot. (Alot meaning all the time...)
==You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (e.g. 'Why do I constantly ask my self random things?')
==When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (e.g. 'Have you ever noticed that...')
==After uttering a profound peice of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, "Wow,this stuff is great for sugar highs...'
==You live off of sugar and caffine (the two greatest things ever discovered!)
==You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then dissappear off the face of the earth.
==You're e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
==When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.
==You tend to collect Bic Stics off the ground like picking pennies off the ground.
==No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.
==The letters on your keyboard are wearing off. (well no, but I've gone though ALOT of pencils)
==Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.
==People think you have A.D.D.
==You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.
==You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.
==You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason
==Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.
==And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101.