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[hemmo]

Yeah, sure }}

[hemmo]

Im going to work on a form now but it make take a little while...20 to 30 minutes?

If you were making a female, I'm sorry, you didn't say that, therefore I could not reserve you one. }}

[hemmo]

Bump }}

[sawyer beans.]

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Curly hair ◘ Do i fit in? ◘ Messy bun ◘ Im ashamed of myself ◘ Its just a dream ◘ Im alone
{That's the problem with cutting. Once you start, you can't stop. It's addicting, cutting is my drug. It serves its purpose perfectly. Once I cut, I forget about everything that has been wrong. All that is left is my concentration on my cut. I forget about everything but the pain. Pain has become my world.}
. Amber . 16 . Cutter/burner .

-------ηιcє тσ мєєт уσυ

ƒυll ηαмє; "My name is Amber Lyn Woods."
αgє; "Im 16 years old."
gєηdєя; "Do you need glasses? You dumb a**, im a girl!"
вιятнdαу; "I was born on the 24th of December at 11:59am."
вιятн ρlαcє; "I was born in London, England. Yes im British but im also Australian. My mother was born here and my father was born in Sidney, Australia. Hint why i have a mixed accent."

-------ιη тнє мιяяσя

єує cσlσя; "My eyes are an emerald green color."
нαιя cσlσя; "Yes, my hair is naturally red."
ησтιcєαвlє ƒєαтυяє; "My eyes and smile, although you hardly see it."
вσdу мσdιƒιcαтισηѕ; "I have a lot of scars on my wrists and upper legs from cutting/burning. I also have new cutting wounds on my chest and wrists. I have a tattoo that is unique to me. I have my ears and belly button pierced but nothing else."
вυιld; "Im skinny but muscular at the same time. Im not pale white but im not tan either. Im 5.7ft and weigh 124lbs."

-------яєαdιηg уσυ lιкє α вσσк

ρєяѕσηαlιту; "I think I'm known most around my group of friends for being such a good listener. They say I'm the go to person when somethings wrong or is bothering them. I'm glad to listen though often giving really good advice which I find funny seeing how I can't deal with my own life. I enjoy making other smile and laugh. I can be really serious though and I myself have my own problems. It's rather difficult for me to get close to others after the past incidents that have occurred in my life. I try my best though so people don't worry about me or ship me away to an insane asylum. That wouldn't be very fun.When I'm upset or mad I tend to distance myself from others because I can be mean when I'm upset. I tend to let stress get to me and snap at others very badly. I won't apologize at first because I usually want to deal with the main problem in hand but, I will eventually apologize to you. Now when im not around my friends, im a mute. Ask me a question and i'll simply just look at you like your crazy. I can't help being such a shy person but my past life has scarred me. Before i met my friends i use to think about suicide and what it would be like gone but they talked me out of it. Here i am today, barely talking to people about myself. No one seems to care about me...just how to deal with their problems. My cutting/burning habits are coming back and my depression is still here."
нιѕтσяу; "Everything had been great until we got the call we had all been dreading. My father was in the army and was sent off to afghandistan to fight in the war. I had just turned 10 that day when he was sent off on the plane. He's last words to me were to be a good girl for mom and that he'll be home soon. It had been two years and it was a few days after my 12 birthday when we got the call. Mother began to cry as she nodded while talking into the phone and i knew. After the funeral and a few months had passed my brother began to become depressed. He shut my mother and I out of his life. No matter how hard i begged him to tell me what was wrong and to come downstairs to eat...he wouldnt. Nearly a year later my brother commited suicide. I was actually fairly close to him. He was always there for me and i was always there for him. To this day i dont understand why he hadnt just told me. The cause of his suicide was bullying. You know what makes that worse? My ex-friends bullied him. From then on i have suffered from depression and have cut/burn myself multiple times.."
dєєρ dαяк ѕєcяєт; "I self harm myself."
яєρυтαтιση; "Im considered the shy emo girl."
нσввιєѕ; "Singing, burning/cutting myself, walks through the woods alone, dancing, playing guitar, writing in my diary, many other things..."
ƒєαяѕ; "The death of my mother and clowns."

-------lσνє lιƒє

cяυѕн; "No one. Im to ugly to even think about guys."
вσуƒяιєη∂ / gιяℓƒяιєη∂; "Im to ugly for any guys to like!"
єχ'ѕ; "Nope...never had a boyfriend."

[c h a s i n g dreams]

Big, ugly, horrible WIP

"What do you want? My name? I'm Alex Holt. Age? 17. Basics? I want you to go away."

N A M E :: Alexander James Holt. He was named Alexander
after his grandfather who was killed in the Vietnam War. His middle name,
James, was chosen because of his uncle who was a scientist. Holt is just
his last name.

A G E :: He's 17, born December 23, 1995 on a snowy, dreary night at 11:48pm.

(When this began)
I had nothing to say
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find
That I’m not the only person with these things in mind
(Inside of me)
But all that they can see the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel
(Nothing to lose)
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own

I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve felt so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong

And I’ve got nothing to say
I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face
(I was confused)
Looking everywhere only to find
That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
(So what am I)
What do I have but negativity
’Cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me
(Nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own

I am cursed to battle my inner demons. Nothing can save me...

I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today

I'm always fighting insanity, but sometimes it seems easier to just give in...

I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong
Somewhere I belong

[hemmo]

@ Vampire ; accepted!

@ shadow ; looks good, so far ( : }}

[fallen;]

Name:: September Lake Morris
Nicknames:: Lake, Laker, Tember, Sept
Age:: 17 years old
Birthday:: November 10th, nineteen ninety four; 11/10/1994
Birthplace:: Galway, Ireland

Hair:: September has curly light blond hair which falls to her shoulders
Eyes:: September's eyes are light grey, with speckles of blue in them
Height:: five foot and four inches {5'4}
Weight:: one-fifteen {115}
Skin Color:: a pale white
Clothing Style:: September usually wears anything tomboyish. She isn't into fashion, and hates to spend tons of money on clothes, so she mostly buys clothes from the guys department. At times, she'll buy skinny jeans, or maybe a loose fitting top, but not often. Her wardrobe consists of dark colors, mostly black or dark grey. She does wear white at times, but she will never ever wear a bright color, ever. She also really enjoys batman, so she has items of batman themed clothes in her closet. Her style is pants, a long-sleeved top, and sneakers.
Body Modifications:: September has her ears pierced, and has a small dragon tattoo on her upper right shoulder


Personality:: September is rather shy and unsocial, thus making it a hard time for her to make or keep friends. Though she does have 2 friends, they don't know the real her. Everyday she puts a up a mask to keep everyone off of her back, and to make it look like she is fine. Truth is, September is scared and feels so alone, it has pushed her to start cutting herself. Most people see September as a loser loner girl, thus making a lot of kids bully her. Though it hurts her, she wouldn't tell a single soul in the world, afraid of what might come from it. September believes most everything she hears, so when people talk about her, she believes them. The people who don't she September as a loser, she her as a listener, someone who they can talk to when things get tough. She loves helping others, even if she can't help herself. This makes a few kids think of her as a hypocrite, though she doesn't see herself as one, more someone who can't be help. September would never tell anyone how she truly feels, and if she does, you should feel like the luckiest kid in the world, cause you just won her trust.
History:: September was born on November 10th, nineteen ninety four in Galway, Ireland to James Lukas Morris and Jennifer Morgan Morris; eigth child, second girl. Being born into a large family and being the youngest, September also had to share everything with her older siblings. At the age of three, September and her family moved from Ireland to Santa Barbra, California. After staying for a year in Santa Barbra, they moved down to Santa Ana. When September turned five, her mother, sister Israel, and her went for a car ride. They were hit by a drunk driver, and September barely made it out alive. Her father grew extremely depressed, and lost his job, leaving 8 kids without a mother and a jobless father. Her father became a drunk, and started to beat and whip his kids. When September was 8, she was finally saved from her torment after her eldest brother called the cops on their father, who was 16 at the time. After their father was put into jail, the eight kids were separated into different foster homes, rarely ever seeing each other after that fateful day. As time went by, September bounced between foster homes and parents. She was 12 when she finally settled down with a family with three older boys. Those three did despicable things to her, thus making her fear boys and men. She was placed back into foster care, and was adopted one year later at the age of 13 when she finally settled with a family, The Alans. She grew to love them as time went by, and was home-schooled due to her past. When her foster parents thought she was ready, they put her into public school. There, she was bullied and tormented for where she came from. She began to cut herself at the age of 14, and still does it to this day.
Deepest Secret:: She self harms herself
Hobbies:: She plays guitar and does photography, cuts herself, walking through the park, writing
Fears:: She is afraid of car crashes, boys, and clowns

Crush:: Open
Boyfriend:: Open
Exs:: She had one as a prank pulled on her

[hemmo]

@ Emotional ; Can September be eighteen? Or seventeen? Either is fine, I just think sixteen is too young. Other than that, it's accepted! }}

[fallen;]

{It's no trouble, fixed it to 17~}

[hemmo]

Alright, thanks, I'll add her c : }}