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ｗｈｏ'ｓ ｓｈｅ?
This, I guess, is fail, I don't really know her whole 'username'
or whatever that is, but I just call her that. . .and she replies, so. . .
Fail In Love
ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｉｎｇ. . .ｍｅ
I'm nothing special, so don't treat me like it. . .All I am is a dull,
boring little thing, who's scrawny, and unlikeable.
But if it's a necessity for you to know my name, I'm trinity mariee,
and nothing other than that.
Trinity Mariee
Fɪʀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ:: Trinity
Lᴀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ:: Renalds
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs:: Trinity Mariee, nothing else.
Nᴀᴍᴇ Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ:: Trinity means a group or set
of three connected people
or things, and Mariee means
bitter. So, all in all, a bitter
group of things.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:: Female
Aɢᴇ:: 18
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ:: January 7th, 1996
Cʜɪɴᴇsᴇ ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ:: Capricorn
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ Sɪɢɴ:: Snake
Cᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ ᴏғ Oʀɪɢɪɴ:: New York
Bɪʀᴛʜ Cɪᴛʏ:: Long Island
Pᴀɪɴᴛ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Rare; grey & white
Tᴀɪʟ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Fennec Fox tail
Eᴀʀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Long, rounded
Pᴇʟᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:: dull hues of grey, and purple
Tᴏɴɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:: Dull Purple
Nᴏsᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:: Dull Purple
Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:: Dull Purple concoction
Aᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀɪᴇs:: She has a purple ball/orb to
keep her braid in place,
as well as snake bites,
and a few ear piercings.
sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ:: Courage --♫---♪--
Mad World --♪---♫--
Memories --♫---♪--
Endlessly --♫---♪--
Skyscraper --♫---♪--
Blame it On The Rain --♫---♪--
Wrecking Ball --♫---♪--
She Will Be Loved --♫---♪--
Clarity --♫---♪--
Demons --♫---♪--
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:: 4'7
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ:: 93 lbs.
Sɪᴢᴇ:: Very small for her age
ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐｓ? . . ｗｈａｔ ａｒｅ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｎｏｗ?
family::
Maria
friends::
. . .What are friends?
bystanders::
Alias
Tic
populars::
There's just too many to name. . .
But of them?
Rebellione
Nebula
Corix
Marshal
drama geeks::
Youi
the writers::
I only know of me. . . .
crush:: No one. . .Go away
mate:: No one likes me enough to even bother. . .
pups:: None. . .Kids are annoying
what i look for:: I look for a caring guy, one who can love me for who I am, and try to piece back my pieces to fix me. So basically, a puzzle maker.
You know that one little girl, who's crushing big time on that one popular guy she'll never have?
. . .That's me.
my dreams:: I aspire to one day actually publish a book, and have people listen to what i've gone through, and what my thoughts are, and what I can amount to. Just so I can show those that have hated me before just how much I'm better than them.
Ｍｙ, ｕｈ. . .Ａｔｔｉｒｅ
Eᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛs - - -
Though Maria usually picks out and forms together my outfits, I suprisingly put this one together myself somehow. . .Such an odd occurrence.
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I'm not that stylish all the time, and no matter what I wear, people still don't notice around school. And I'm a senior, how have I not at least gotten a few comments yet? Maria says they're top of the notch cute. . .
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I usually only where this outfit on important occassions. . .Job interviews, any event that requires me to nearly break my ankle in heels.
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I love this outfit of mine. It's simplistic, and plain, and it honestly fits me more than bright clothing with colors and hues of a different realm. I like monotone, it's easier to fit in with my pelt, and it lets me blend into wall better.
And I adore the necklace. . .A lot.
Lᴀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs - - -
One of my most worn jackets, thrown over good, reliable jeans, and a comfy scarf. <3
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Very simple, obviously thrown together by me. I don't have the fashion touch like my sister does, so like mentioned earlier, she makes most of my outfits.
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I nice warm pair of boots won't do much on a bad day, but they'll get you somewhere, and keep your feet warm while doing it. <3 Best part of the outfit, in my opinion.
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One of my more fancy outfits for laying around in, but it's pretty useful if my sister decides to drag me around in the mall or somewhere else that requires social contact with others.
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Just a few of my favourite outfits I lounge around in. . .
Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴ ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ - - -
My sister makes odd color combinations. . . I don't see how I look alright in tan and mauve, but whatever she says goes sometimes. . .
And I don't even where it all that often so I guess it's okay. I okay slip myself into it's odd, squeezing purple confines when my sister shoves me into a school dance, or when my family throws some kind of brutal party i'm forced to sit through.
ｍｙ ｗｏｒｋ ｉｎ ｐｒｏｇｒｅｓｓ ｓｔｏｒｙ. . .
ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ
My mother and father always wanted a little girl.
A pretty little thing, with brains, with the happy gene they thought they didn't have; they thought they couldn't make for themselves. And she was there, up for adoption at some agency who's name is now lost in the deepest memories of their minds. I doubt she really even knew. . . Knew she was everything they asked for. Knew she was perfect. Knew, that I could never be her. I don't blame her for it, but it's hard to live in someone's shadow for your entire life. It's cold there, secluded, and the darkness threatens to swallow you whole every second you're there.
And then here I am, the daughter they didn't want anymore, now that they had her already. They thought they couldn't have kids. But here i am, their little girl, not the favourite. You usually only hear about the favourite child. You never hear the other one's story.
So, I don't exactly know how my parents reacted when they got pregnant, but I'm still here, and not in an orphanage rotting away. So I guess they at least felt something for me. I guess it was in my face, the cute little thing I was before I became suicidal and depressing. After all, a baby can fix anything, right? A failing relationship? It was good enough for them. And besides, their three year old little girl needed someone to keep her company.
It was easier before I came into the world, it was simpler. But i'm here now, and It's too late.
ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ
As a child, I was always so much happier, despite the coat I had hanging across me.
ᴍʏ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ
wordwordswords
ғᴏʀᴇsʜᴀᴅᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ
wordwordswords
ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｙｏｕ ｄａｒｅ ｅｖｅｎ ｔｈｉｎｋ ａｂｏｕｔ ｒｅａｄｉｎｇ ｔｈｉｓ ｐａｒｔ
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - Wᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ; Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 16ᴛʜ, 2013
I've had this old, dusty little book filled with empty pages for longer
than I can remember. . .And I don't know what kind of enthusiasm I
found in myself today. . .But I had a feeling that I should get my
thoughts down, just to make sure my - uh - voice could be heard
when it isn't exactly here anymore.
I just hope my sister doesn't come in while i'm writing any entries. . .
I really don't want to go through not only the taunting at first, but I
don't think I could handle her showing the world either. . .I may just
have to really shut myself away then.
So, all my entries will be really short, and to the point, just so I can
release my thoughts out onto paper.
After all, books weren't written from blocks of text, they were written
from sentences, and short jotted down ideas.
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - Tʜᴜʀsᴅᴀʏ; Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 17ᴛʜ, 2013
I haven't been to school for a while. . .And I guess It's a bad thing,
since I got held back last year due to some problems, and I've already
missed nearly a week, and school's barely been in for two months. I'm
starting to worry. I don't want to be the writer who's still in high school,
I don't want to have a boyfriend in college, while when we're the same
age, I'm still a Senor. And. . .Yeah, it's an amazing feeling, to be at the
top of the hierarchy, but you start over again in College. Every day of
your school life before College is preparing you for it, and you increase,
and decrease down that ladder so many times it leaves you spinning,
and dizzy. But even writing needs a diploma to even be recognized in
the slightest way, and I can't let my own mind get in the way of it.
Maybe I could go to school tomorrow, and bust my butt to get my missing
work in before 3:30 - the deadline for the quarter end.
I just. .. Hope I don't fail. . .
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - Sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ; October 19th, 2013
I have just two lower grades. . .A D, and another lower C, though the
rest are B's. . .I guess I could bring those up next quarter, but definitely
not now, with a few hours towards deadline. Oh well, I have more things
to worry about, or, at least be concerned.
My sister introduced me to her friend, Corix the other day. . .Pft, oldies,
man. Honestly. I mean, he looks nice enough, but, I dunno, just not my
style i guess. I mean, no one's my style, the only real 'friend' I have is my
sister, they're more or less people i'm forced into talking to.
But. . .Corix's brother, I must say, is. . .Phenomenal. And that's coming
from an antisocial, short, unlovable little eighteen year old that hasn't
felt butterflies since the first grade.
I really hope I get to know this boy better.
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - Sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ; October 19th, 2013 - ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ
He's. . .Perfect. Oh my Lord.
His name is Marshal, and he's only a year older, though, he is Corix's
younger brother, so maybe I shouldn't call him 'oldie'. Maria's already on
my behind about calling her and Corix that. . .
But, yeah. I'm shocking myself beyond the boundaries I've set myself to.
I've just met the guy, and I already know he's perfect . . .But, at the
same time, I don't want to be toyed with again. . .
There's just been too many times i've been the bad end of a bet, the
weird girl, the girl with cuts at her eighth grade promotion ceremony, that
fainted because she refused to eat. There's been so much hatred towards
me, I don't even know if liking anyone is the right way to go. Maybe I
should just stay with my books. . .
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ; October 20th, 2013
Okay, something's wrong with me.
No.
- No giggles
- No blushing
- No butterflies every time I think about a boy I barely have met
- No being. . .happy
This is odd, I think I've caught a cold, or a disease - something.
I tried asking Maria, but she was heading off somewhere, so I didn't
bother with her too much. . .But, Corix dropped by a bit later, looking for
her, so I told him she was out. Nothing exciting. Besides the fact that
Marshal popped up behind him once he lost interest. And. . .I don't know
what happened, what piece of my brain flickered to life, but I sort of
asked him. . .out? No, definitely not that, just a way to get to know the
guy better. Because I REALLY want to be his - uhm - Friend? Yeah, that's
the word.
And after a bit of chatting, we agreed on a little walk around town, just
to get to know the basics of one another.
Oh my lord.
You have no clue how excited I am, and I haven't been this excited in a
long time.
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ; October 20th, 2013 - ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ
It's just a bit past ten. . .And Marshal and I just got back from our walk.
And. It was so far beyond amazing I don't think I could express it better
words other than to describe vaguely what went down.
Well, around six or seven I started to get ready, though as I scrounged
around for a shirt. . .Legitimately just rushing through the house in a bra,
trying not be seen by my other family members. Every single little shirt of
mine was dirty, minus the unwearable tank tops that aren't suitable for
public due to other reasons beyond being self conscious. . .So, I sneaked
into my sister's room, tip-toing around her lightly sleeping body spread
across her bed like she was trying to get as much surface area as possible
on her bed. I eased her closet open, picking the first tolerable sweater from
it with muddled thoughts about sleeves and covering up. I ended up pulling
a light colored sweater with heart patterns on it. I must admit, it was really
comfy, but not my usual style.
And I was out the door in less than half an hour, with only a bit of eyeliner
and mascara to my name in means of makeup, out on the street and smiling
like some idiot. . .Which hadn't happened in a long time, that moment had
been my first smile in ages. It was. . .Great.
Me and Marshal met together at a corner a few blocks down from my family's
little apartment, and we just walked and talked, nothing else. It was flawless,
almost effortless to get along with this boy; like breathing. It was fun, I mean,
I laughed a little, got to know him a bit, to the point where I could probably
call him a friend with a few more times hanging out. And he actually had a sort
of matching sweater on, compared to mine, and it was just. . .Perfectly funny.
Though, I do wonder where he shops.
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - ᴛᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ; October 22nd, 2013
Eughhh. Maria dragged me to a group. . .Socializing thing. It was painful. . .
Minus the fact that Marshal was there. . .
Okay, yeah, 'nother problem. I'm one of those gross, obsessive girls that I see
squealing about the school campus, talking about guys out of their league. . .
Yeah, sounds like me, and it's not okay.
Maybe I should just ignore him? No. . .Then i'll just look like a jerk, and I don't
want to do that. He's good looking, after all, and no matter if you're an
emotional little me, or one of the populars, a guy's a guy.
Yeah, long story short, Maria made me socialize, and it actually wasn't that bad
. . .Minus the fact that Corix was there. I mean, he seems nice enough, and
Maria's crazy 'bout the guy. . .But he's a bit intimidating - Unlike his brother.
Marshal's just funny, and really easy to get along with. I just wish that the both
of them were in a book, and I was reading it instead of living it. It would be a lot
easier to get to know them that way, than getting embarrassed by actually
knowing them - And having to actually talk to them.
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ; October 23rd, 2013
I don't see why I can't borrow just one shirt. . .Honestly, you don't have to
throw a hissy fit. Good Lord, Maria. You know, all my other shirts were dirty
. . .And it's not like i'll infect it by wearing it on a walk. . .
Yeah, so Maria found her sweater on the top of my dirty laundry pile
Today, and absolutely had a fit; a tantrum worthy of a small child. God, not
only did I get chewed out by her, but I did by my mother too. So, there wasn't
really anything else besides Maria accusing me of stealing her clothes, and
then storming off into her room. . .Glad nothing more happened.
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - ᴛʜᴜʀsᴅᴀʏ; October 24th, 2013
I don't exactly get why the people at school stare at me oddly, and whisper
rude remarks as I walk by, just loud enough for me to hear. I try so hard. . .
I wear nice clothes, I have alright grades, I put make up on, I'm the oldest
student on Campus. I should be popular, I should be the person people want
to be, but they just don't see me like that. They just see my greys, they don't
see anything else, they don't look beyond that. I don't get it. . .
Some guy came and bothered me today, a Junior, about two years younger than
me, yet still a good few inches taller than me. And, I didn't reply, or react, so he
stomped off angrily, and I shrugged it off.
Really bad Idea.
At lunch, while I was outside, just sitting around in the courtyard, under the
concrete stairs, the guy from earlier, and his friends started making their way
over to me. I don't like people, so I got up, dusted myself off, and started in
the direction of my next class. I heard their lumbering walk get faster, and
quicker as I rounded a corner towards my building. I felt something large crack
against my head, to find egg yolk, and the other fluid dripping down my shirt,
and into my hair. And before I knew it, I was tossed to the concrete, filthy
ground, and well, beat up. I came home with more bruises than I usually had,
but my sweater hid most of them, and my hair hid the ones closer to my face.
Not like anyone would notice.
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - ᴛʜᴜʀsᴅᴀʏ; October 24th, 2013 - ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ
Just kidding. Just kidding. Just kidding.
Seems Maria likes sneaking around my room while i'm at school. Even if I lock
my door. . .Honestly, this girl must be a locksmith or something. . .Because i
could swear I was the only person with the key. And. . .She kind of took some
of my clothes with her, claiming they were stolen from her. Even if she did
help me with some of them, that doesn't give her the right to just come back
and take 'em. . . .She even took some of the ones I configured myself,
including my longest sleeved shirts. . .Which are a necessity for myself.
And don't even get me started on what happened when I got home. Dear. Lord.
It went. Down.
It's not my fault if she lost a few chunks of hair, or if she had a few bruises.
She took my clothes, I couldn't help it. Besides, just giving up on someone and
letting them fend for themselves just because you lost interest, just leaves the
other person unfit for living on their own. And they grow up wondering if they
really should be there in the first place.
Anyways, in the brawl, it seems that my phone slipped out of my pocket, landing
within her reach. And, it's Maria, she couldn't help but look. Either way, she
knew the passcode within a few tries, despite my clawing at her fruitlessly. And
. . .She found Marshal's contact in my phone, immediately followed with teasing
and rolling on the floor laughing, on her part of course. Though, I could escape
with my phone at that moment, just giving up on getting my clothes back as I
crawled into my room shame faced, and unpleasantly embarrassed as Maria's
laughter rung through the air. I locked my room, also attaching the latch, as I
continued to crawl under my bed, hiding behind the boxes of hidden things, and
old, unwanted memories to write. I don't think I'll be coming out for a while.
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ; October 25th, 2013
I don't think i'll go to school today. . .I'm not up for it. There's still egg in my hair,
not able to wash it out from the shower, and I just don't want to go. What's the
point if people just taunt you over and over.
I just can't handle it anymore.
I think i'll go take a long shower, Maria's out, so I don't think she'll flip about the
water use. . .
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ; October 27th, 2013
I'm getting bad again. Really bad. To the point where I really don't even want to
think about what's at the end of all of this.
What's the point anyways?
I'm cutting again. . .I mean, I've done it from time to time, but it's just too bad
now. The scars were starting to fade finally, but I just make deeper ones to
replace them. Oh well, it's not like it can be helped now. All I did yesterday was
sit on the bathroom counter in front of the mirror, looking at myself; pointing
out every flaw. And even when I turned the water on, all i did was sit in the tub,
letting the water run over me. And I found the razor. . .and couldn't resist it.
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - ᴛᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ; October 29th, 2013
I don't think I'll go to school this week. . .Just not in the mood for it. I mean, I
could pass with a doctor's note for a few days, fake a broken ankle. And Just live
with the other three absences. Might as well decorate a bit while Maria's out. I
think she's seeing Corix? Marhsal? Who knows. . .She just doesn't really tell me
anything anymore. I mean, she used to help me around so much, but more towards
fourth grade. . .I guess she just lost interest or something as she pushed into
Middle School. We never really were that in touch after that; well, we talk, we fight,
like normal sisters, but she's a bit preoccupied all the time.
Maybe if I take a little nap I can try to pretend everything i've lived through just
hasn't happened. . .
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ; October 30th, 2013
Is it bad to feel like you're falling apart inside? I can't seem to focus. . .On
anything. I've lost interest to get up, to do anything. I don't think i've taken a
shower for a few days. Though, no one's come knocking on my door yet, it's laid
untouched, locked and latched like a barrier between me and the rest of the world.
It seems like it's doing pretty good without me so far. . .
Dᴇᴀʀ Dɪᴀʀʏ - ᴛʜᴜʀsᴅᴀʏ; October 31st, 2013
Sometimes I just sit and wonder if my mom really wanted to have me. . .She had
Maria, and she had Dad, what's the point in bringing someone else into this world,
if it's not worth living in the filth that's been left here? What's the point in bringing
in a little girl if she's just made for failure? . . .
I'm just, really tired, and I honestly have no energy to even write anymore. Why
bother? No one will bother reading it anyways. No one even looked at Shakespeare,
or Edgar Allan Poe until they were dead, so what's the point?
I'm just so tired. . .Maria, Mom, and Dad went out to some Halloween thing. Maybe
It'd just be better if I went to sleep, let the dark swallow me up, let the cuts do the
dirty work.
I'll just let the bliss come; the bliss and peace that engulfs you when you don't wake
up.
Goodnight
ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｅｖｅｎ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈｙ ｉ ｗｒｉｔｅ ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ. .
Poem entitled :: Personal Reaper
Little bird, little bird;
Fly away with me.
Away from those words we heard.
To the sea, to the sea;
Where no one will judge who we are and who we'll be.
Lovely thing, lovely thing;
Never look away.
Never act like they can hear, the melodies you sing.
Will you abandon who you really are, why can't you just stay?
Sometimes i'm alone in the rhymes and thoughts I bring. . .
Day by day, hour by hour.
The cuts just get deeper, and deeper.
The tears just flow in a steady shower.
I don't think i can settle over being my personal reaper;
But then again, maybe I'll just last one more hour. . .
Scrap Poem
Every now and then,
I think i'm getting better.
But then I get bad again;
and am forced to write a letter
With no return address
Scrap Poem
Broken down car;
Lonely star.
Sometimes I really regret it;
not continuing with the split.
A poem entitled :: If only
If only you could see,
the real me;
The one with scars,
the one locked behind bars.
The one with the problems,
the one with broken rhythms.
If only you could see,
behind all the fake I can be;
Behind that false smile,
the real one that everyone has defiled.
Behind the shy,
behind the 'don't ask why'
I guess you could say, that's me.
Scrap poem; readjusted from tiny little torn pieces from the waste basket
The way those blue eyes sparkle and shine;
the windows to the soul can even amaze sometimes.
They're so different, when comparing them to mine;
they don't shine back, more so than anything else, they lie.
How sometimes I wish that you wouldn't just pass;
I wish we could get to know each other,
to smile, to laugh.
But some little dreams just stay dreams,
and leave you hanging, drowsy and puffy eyed in the early morning sun.
ｉｔ'ｓ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｓｃｒａｐｂｏｏｋ ｏｆ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ. . .
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Just a pretty song I was singing. . .Honest.
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Just a point in time when I couldn't stop crying. . .Like I most often do.
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It's basically just the same things over and over, why do you keep asking?
God, what a psychiatrist you are. You have the tapes anyways.
It was when you guys put me under 24 hour watch for a week after an
incident of mine went bad. if you're so curious look at the tape yourself.
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That was just a moment when I was awestruck by the fact that someone
actually liked me. . .
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People say I scowl a lot. . .Do I really? I- I hear it can keep your face like
that forever.
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Where'd you g-get that baby p-pi-pic-ture?
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Someone made me smile a bit, that's all.
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I let my hair down for a while, and I was just meeting up with Marshal to
talk. . .And an apology slippe out. . .And. . .And. . . -giggles-
ew
was that a giggle. -composes herself-
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Me and Marshall just went on a walk. . .
And all my other sweaters were dirty. . . So Maria lent me one of hers.
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Me and my sister fight a lot. . . >m>
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Hehehe ;//v//;
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. . .
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I'm just a little confused at the moment. . .
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One of my most favourite songs. . .Just perfect.
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Why didn't you let me die?
It's all I want. . .
ｗｈｙ ｉ ｌｏｏｋ ｌｉｋｅ ｉ ｄｏ. . .ａｎｄ ｈｏｗ ｉｔ'ｓ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ ｆｏｒ ｍｅ
My pelt? And how it fits me?
Well, it just does. I'm a suicidal, depressed, dull, ugly girl, and no one
cares for me. And my pelt reflects that.
It's simple and dull with it's swirls and accents, It shows I really have
no spark to my life so far, that I really only have greys and dulls to
describe me even now. . .
Oh, and-
Oh alright. Fail wants to say something real quick, so I guess I'll just
hand it over to her?
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Her paint colors. . . They''re really something Trin here can't describe
when It comes to why I chose them.
The black and white contrast to the other swirls and patterns on her
pelt. It flows together perfectly, since her pelt is black, while the paint
mainly white.
But, not only did I pick it for the color, but I picked it for the meaning
behind it. Trinity thinks all she is a girl full of sadness and monochrome
colors, but she's deeper than that; she's a girl with a pure heart, who
just trusts people too much.
And her paint signifies her purity, in a way.
