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iziebella
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do u really wanna know |
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December 3, 1991 |
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orlando fl |
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I must admit this is odd for me, i never enjoy reading the about me sections because everyone plays themselves to be something there not. Im not
pretty but i dont think im ugly, im not stupid, because stupidity is wasted on the youth, people tell me i act more like a 75 yr old than a 18 yr old,
yeah odd right?? but at anyrate people think they know me but they dont, my father was born in indian and then came here met my mom fucked her he had
to leave when i was 5months. Im not bitter about it though. I know girls must leave you messages all the time saying crap they think you wanna here.
Im not like that, at least i dont want to be like that. I just got out a relationship where i felt i loved him to death, u know you love someone when
you are willing to die for them. When I date someone i let them know, from the start im not gonna sleep with you unless i feel like we have something
together. I love music. Its the way i express myself. I want to be a singer in some way...but i really want to be a doctor. I want to go to other
countrys and learn about different cultures...This is me and this is who i am... Daughter of a single mother...my moms story is tragic in a way she
was abused in her marriage, and with wack job boy friends...never knew why shes a strong women. The best advice she ever gave me was to never go
backwards, if you go backwords you lose whats infront of you...Smart women.Im kinda like Alex from A Clockwork Orange mixed in with the Raven by edgar
allen poe along side Alice in wonderland.. |
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iziebella's Blog / Journal
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single again...and not loven it
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Posted on 15-9-2009 at 10:45 PM
I hate being single, my friends keep trying to set me up with people, that aren't my type...no where near my type. At all...its lame.
Everyone, even my sisters getting into the cupid gig...lame.
Anytakers on what to do? Mood: do u really wanna know
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broken
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Posted on 11-8-2009 at 03:40 AM
you know when lifes bitterness hurts, it stings like that of a bee.
but you grow up
your love grows apart
but i love ur honesty i just dont get how you could be so bitter to me... Mood: do u really wanna know
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my poem...don't jack my S*%#
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Posted on 25-6-2009 at 06:06 AM
Have you ever stopped to smell the roses
Or looked to see the east
Or settled on the couch, so you don't have to think
About the mindless zombie your becomming, wasting your time
Wondering if you'll live to say good bye
Have you ever told someone you loved them
But said it in such a haste, that you didn't catch your breath
Fast enough to think, just saying those few worlds
Could really make their day?
When you ask someone "what's up"
Do you really care to... ...Read more
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Freaking diabetic
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Posted on 25-6-2009 at 06:03 AM
I'm laying in bed, sick, freaking diabetic at the ripe age of 17....FML had it sense I was about 14 as far as I know...but I have been getting
sicker these days, like I said FML Mood: nothing
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fighting...poem
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Posted on 13-4-2009 at 06:39 PM
Shattered pictures try to fade
As I see the razor blade
Scared of what's become of me
Don't know who I want to be
Sorry is your only word
Glad I feel just like your words
Your name you had an undertone
Seeking nothing, letting go
Fight for what is good to me
Now that I can truely see
A mellow yellow blue green flu
That trys to stick on to you
Darkness falls around your soul
Blasphemy, you scream to me
Hate me now... ...Read more
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My New Little Secret
in the grave it may go
and in life i let the m know
with lies i tell
i cant seem to see you
hold my song,keep my voice
touch my soul and keep me felt
feel with pain
with out any passion,
hold me, hold me
love me ,love me tight and keep this my little secret to night |
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