Note- I did change my username from animefreaketernally to MidnightIllumination1222!

Hey, I am a fucked up teen!! Haha I'd like to think my writings worth something, but if you don't think so I'd appreciate it if ya kept it to yourself!! I'm a big fan of most everything, but what I hate I HATE. I don't like drama, and am pretty much an introvert pretending to be an extrovert. I am a Knight of Void, which can explain a lot to those who want to get a feel for me. I am also an Asymmetrical Prospit dreamer. I love my kitty, and most relate to Dave Strider (fellow knight, ironically), Karkat Vantas (fellow knight as well, ironically), Dirk Strider (he isn't a Knight, but his social awkwardness and dependency on inanimate objects based off a fear of being left, creating clingyness, is very much me) and Gamzee Makara (my zodiac troll, so as a fellow Capricorn we share a lot of personality issues, plus some other details that make him very relatable to me).

hOnK.

HoNk.

HONK :o)

My cosplay HEROS are those from artfulImpersonator, and KE's Gamzee is just very much me and she is just my hero ugh, give them love, they deserve it for being awesome cosplayers and awesome people.

Remember this- "When life gives you lemons, make orange juice and leave those motherfuckers to wonder how the hell you did it." -unknown

The mail is sacred, and sacred is the trust between the Post Man and the recipients of his precious parcels. You have made a solemn pledge to deliver this letter to the doctor, just as soon as you determine where this address is, or find any sort of discernible mailing address in this wasteland, for that matter. The mail is freedom. The mail is life. The mail is the very fabric of civiliz…

Wait.

Hold that thought for one moment… (gets hat)

The mail is the one final hope for resurrecting a dead planet from its ashes, and the letter carriers are the brave soldiers of God in this righteous crusade. They are the defenders of the light of knowledge, free communication, and the exchange of ideas. They are the bold toters of all those little papery conduits of freedom, the white postmarked angels that whisper a message on their deliverance, a promise to the yearning: “There is hope yet.”

Liberty. Reason. Justice. Civility. Edification. Perfection.

MAIL.

As the glorious founder and mayor of CAN TOWN, you erect a dignified, majestic CITY HALL out of cans, fittingly capped off with a tome of good manners for the roof. You have given yourself a very official and important looking MAYORAL SASH made out of old cables to complete your look of authority. A number of rather civic-minded CITIZEN CANS gather in front of the building to offer adulation to their fair and magnanimous leader. All is well.

You immerse yourself in this beautiful dream as you whittle away the minutes, or perhaps hours.

You love the idea of being a mayor. You love everything about mayors, and the concept of an orderly, civil democracy. It all seems so mannerly and reasonable to you. Everyone is friendly and happy, and the city runs like clockwork. The foundation of the government is based on mutual respect between the leader and its people. It is also built on having a really great mayor that everyone loves who is totally amazing and heroic and brave.

Mayors are so much better than kings. You hate kings and you think kings are really stupid. They are petty, bossy tyrants and are really full of themselves and are basically awful in every way.

God do you hate kings.

Anime/Manga I am currently watching/reading:

Baka and Test

Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok

Heaven's Lost Property

Trinity Seven

Dragon Collection

Hetalia- Axis Powers

Deadman Wonderland

Kamisama Kazoku

Full Metal Panic

Fairy Tail

Hetalia

Black Butler- Book of Circus

Pokemon

Digimon

Itazura Na Kiss

Naruto

Sword Art Online 2

Anime/Manga I have finished:

Say "I Love You"

Wolf Girl and the Black Prince

Death Note

Black Butler seasons 1 and 2

Soul Eater

Fruits Basket

Ouran High School Host Club

Clannad

Clannad: After Story

InuYasha

Kaichou Wa Maid-Sama

InuxBoku SS

Brothers Conflict

Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne

Lovely Complex

Special A

Sword Art Online

I like to read, play with my cat, write, and daydream. You can let me know if there is a book you have read recently that you want me to read. I love sci-fi and fantasy. I LOVE DRAGONS!!!!!!!! :) I use smiley faces and CAPITAL LETTERS when I write a lot of the time.

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'Se onr sverdar sitja hvass' means 'may your swords stay sharp' for those of you who haven't seen or read Eragon.

Little Boy- Are you an angel?

Person- What?

Little Boy- My mother told me that those who have marked wrists are angels.

Person- I'm not an angel though.

Little Boy- Of course you are! My mother said that only angels harm themselves because they don't like life on earth. This world is destroying them, so they try to return home to heaven. They are too sensitive of their pain and the pain of others.

Person- Your mother was a very wise woman.

Little Boy- Thank you, she is also an angel, but she has already returned home.

People who know me, ask if I'm okay. I say yes. I mean no. I'm secretly dying inside, but I don't want to burden anyone with my pain, when they are already hurting so much. I want them to be happy, so I cage it all inside. Then I let it out. My wrists and thighs are a work of art, that I have created. Scars litter my body. I am not an emo. I am dealing with my pain in a way that keeps me able to put up a facade and say that I'm okay, even when I'm really truly not. People have said that they cared. Then they forget about me. They always do. It's an endless cycle. I don't have hope anymore. I am living proof that zombies exist. I may not be dead, but I am most certainly not alive. People have told me before that I am beautiful and have much to bring to the world, but then, why don't my parents love me? Why have I spent all of my life hiding, because everyone hates me? Why is it that I could leave this message up for a hundred years, and the chances of someone finding it, and reading it, and caring enough to try to encourage me, even if it won't work, are one in a million? I am not writing this because I crave attention, I have gotten so used to being alone that I barely know what love and kindness is... so don't PM me and say that I am a selfish bitch who should go die in a hole somewhere, because trust me, I want to. So damn bad. But I can't. Because that would hurt the one person I don't want to hurt. I have problems. So many. But I can't hurt my special someone. So I trudge on. Making it look like I'm happy. Watching them love someone else. I love them with all of my heart. They are all that I am. But I can't have them. Which is why I die a little more every day. I finally found someone who loves me, and now I can't have them. Please, hate on me. Give me a reason to want to die, blind me of all the reasons why I should live, and make me want to end all of my suffering. Push me over the edge, because I have been staring at the abyss for far too long.

I'M

dead inside, fighting a losing battle, hating myself, cutting myself, anorexic, an insomniac, wanting to die, a horrible person, undeserving, close to death, breaking down, breaking my heart, not really living, wishing I was dead, barely there, a goner, a grenade, broken, lost, hurt, suicidal, sad, depressed, cold, tired, lonely,

FINE.

NOTICE-

A lot has been happening!!! I am on, maybe writing in the near future. A lot of shit has happened. And along with school I am in the middle of my first novel!!! I apologize for the inactivity, I am actually forbidden from being on here, but I am here. Lol. Feel free to PM me.