I love roses. Why? They rock. Black, red, pink, blu, yellow, damask, cabbage.. you name it, there are just so many versions of the rose... All so different yet so much the same. I guess in many ways life is like that, and so am I. I don so many masks that i sometimes lose track of who I am and what i'm doing... People lose track of who I really am and put me in that damned stereotypical mindset of theirs.. I am NOT who you people think I am, neihter do I have to conform to anything you say because I am pretty much who I am : ME.

Now that was fun. Screaming and raving mentally while typing out those words always is. Gosh I'm bored. Bored bored bored. I have a new date. Bored. I like my new date already. He's fun. Here's the problem. I already HAVE a date. I don't really like HIM that much. too much of a boy for my taste. He's sweet though, so I can't complain. Can't bear to hurt him.

Since when have I become such a ninny?! Gee... You'd think the thousand and one hardships, heartbreaks and flings i've had would have made me an emotionless husk, but no... Obviously Hera and Aphrodite has other plans... Ahh well... Luna's always smiling beatifically on me though, so I don't complain...

Right.. It's getting a little too early. Good morning everyone, I retire to my crypt. Shall post more... Though I doubt anyone reads this shit

Accursed's darkside uncovered at 10:52 AM