hey! im Rozzie. why dont i tell you a little about myself.

Age: 16

sex: girl

Fave movie: probably Boondock Saints or Boondock saints 2: all saints day

Fave music: Red, Sick puppies, Van Morrison, Beethoven, Mozart, foo fighters, Tool, Spoon, Skillet, My Chemical Romance, Sublime, dead Kennedys, The decemberests, Black Veil Brides...and a lot of others that i cant think of right now :)

Fave thing to do when bored: read, write, listen to music, or sketch

fave color: black

Fave book: The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, Vampire Academy, Darren Shan's Demonata and cirque du freak and saga of larten crepsley, and ummm a lot of others.

i am in love with reading and writing. ummm cant think of anything else to say ssoooo...Have fun reading my stories!!!! :P

status of my stories:

Love Even in death: Deleted

the chronicles of sprat davidson: Writing Again

mother of a vampire: Deleted

Not Your Average Love Story: Deleted

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I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird anda freak either behindmy back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on Facebook,or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a compliment),who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with alot of things, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone.:HarryArtemis1220, Pixel Alice, Always Running The Labyrinth, IzzydaWolfeGrrl, TheBlueBottle,That Creepy Kid, Darquesse, Holly Bluemoon, Snickerdoodlecookiesandpandas/pandaswithbazookas, Crazyx-xJayJay, soul-lesswolfgirl98, RokrGrl97.

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If you hate child abuse, copy this into your profile:

My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says it's my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry," I scream
But it's now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh, please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.