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Name: Moonshadow1
Location: antwhere i want to be
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Wed, 02 Nov 2011

Membership: Member

Personal Bio
hi, my name is Katie and I'm a really sweet person once you get past my looks(I'm emo, so get over it already), any ways I was adopted when I was 14 cause my mother left me at someone's door claiming that I was their neice or something. Also I'm a really good at reading moods and emotions, so I'm usally the one to talk to when that comes up. Also, since I was a little gril, I've seen things in my dreams that would happen the next day or so, it still goes on, but it's kinda weak now.

I belive in reincarntion, but that's also cause I'm a very old soul. I belive I was frist born in either the 14 or 13 hundreds and the only reason why I keep comeing back is to finsh something, but I'm not sure what that something is yet.

I mostly practice wicca and I also go by the Pegan laws as well. I'm an outcast or shadow, I was born under a red moon, so I'm a moon shadow. I'm the only one in my town who does this and for that, I'm an outcast. Also, I was raised Cathlic and if my family knew I practiced wicca, they would probly dunk me in a tub of holy water and then perform an ecorsim on me. I'm Wicca/Pegan even though I'm supposed to Cathlic. (parents tried to force me at one point before my dad died and was thrown into this foster home)well when I was in my junior year of high school i was been hit by a car and tecneclly died in it. Amazeingly i came back and here i now stand. I lost the abilty to use my entire left arm and limp cause my right leg is jacked to hell. anyways ever since then i've been looking into things and hopefully magic to help explain to me why i'm now here and why i now see and or sense spirits.

Hair color:drity blonde, sometimes black(dyed)

Eye color:light blue (changes color when i'm in a mood)

Skin color:paler then i should be

Wears glasses

Likes:people who like me for me and not the way i act or dress or something stupid like that. (mostly a outcast cause I'm emo, not many of us here in my preppy town)

Dislikes:Preps, any form of hate, posers, and most of all people who hate on you cause your being you. (i.e at my high school, they made a isolated table for us emos, goths and so on, but theres only like seven of us in the whole school and yet they don't want to be any where near any of us cause of our looks)

Loves metal and classic rock and some screamo.wears alot or rings and braclets. mostly wears black, sometimes floresnt colors. Been called a witch my whole life, and after I discover my pcychic I galdely told them i was. used to scare them (because when we were all in scound grade i had fallen on the ice and i started to scream cause someone had gone through the ice and drowned, then when i woke up, a little gril was going back to her mom and the ice cracked and she had died the same way i had saw it)

right now i'm into alot of magic and i write alot of potery and songs. sometimes i'll write a spell, but it'll mysteriouly vanish the next day.

95% of teens would freak out if they saw Miley Cyrus or the Jonas brothers on a 247' building ready to jump off. Copy and paste this in your profile if you are one of the 5% that would bring a bucket of popcorn, a chair, a video camera and yell ???JUMP!???

Another thing...

you say rihanna - i say metallica

you say lil wayne - i say breaking benjamin

you say lady gaga - i say system of a down

you say emenem - i say alesana

you say hanna montana - i scream heavy metal

92% of teenagers have turned to hip-hop and pop, if ur part of the 8%, copy this message and past it to an other video. DONT LET THE SPIRIT DIE!!!

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.

REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.

REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.

FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.

REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying Dang we really messed up but that sure was fun!

FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.

REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it?s yours.

FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.

REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.

REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say ?I?M HOME!?

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.

REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.

REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to what?s wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!

FAKE FRIENDS: Make you say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.

REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.

REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it

I don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.

I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody

Isnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a mini with a tshirt that barely cover anything?

Isnt it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?

ISN'T IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone? are you laughing?

Isnt it funny a emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

ISN'T IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

I'm not laughing.

ITS SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

ISN'T IT FUNNY that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY ''YOUR NOT EMO'' OR ''ATTENTION SEEKER'' WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OF LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS? KEEP ON LAUGHING!

isnt it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life without knowing her situation with her friends or her family or her LIFE!

BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING!

BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND!

BRAVE IS GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WORLD AROUND YOU IS SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES.

ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT!

ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET.

ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR ''FRIENDS'' ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS!

BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMOROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE ITS ANOTHER DAY OF COMPLAINING AND DODGING RUMORS! KEEP ON LAUGHING.

if you agree put this on your profile

The sun kept setting, setting still;

No hue of afternoon

Upon the village I perceived, --

From house to house 't was noon.

The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;

No dew upon the grass,

But only on my forehead stopped,

And wandered in my face.

My feet kept drowsing, drowsing still,

My fingers were awake;

Yet why so little sound myself

Unto my seeming make?

How well I knew the light before!

I could not see it now.

'T is dying, I am doing; but

I'm not afraid to know.

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