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PROFILE

age: 29 (Jan 11, 1983)

MEMBER SINCE: February 2007

occupation: Out of the Factory and back in school now!

fantasy: Princess Leia in the gold bikini :)

sign: Capricorn

i lost my virginity: Hoy shit I did!

makes me happy: My friends, my sister, comics, punk music

into: Gaming, Anime, Punk, comics, Star Wars

most humbling moment: The birth of my son

heroes: Mike Turner

gets me hot: Tats, piercings, dark hair, fair skin, freckles, geekiness

makes me sad: Being alone, my friends hurting, the person that canceled Firefly

body mods: Does a vascular port count? I mean its my first step to cyborg-ism isn't it? And these two bits of ink I got done.

Thursday

JUNE 17, 2010 @ 11:03 PM | 1 COMMENT

I can't make it stop hurting. No matter what I still think about her and I miss her.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. I don't want to hurt anymore.

I feel like a nomad; no matter where I stop for a night I don't feel like I've landed.

I keep wandering. Aimless.

Home is where the heart is, and I have none left; for it is broken. I have no home.

All I wanted was someone to cuddle with; someone to share the night with. Not this. Not what I have now.

I miss my sister, for some reason I feel like she might have some words or just a gesture to make it maybe hurt less.

Even my escape hurts now. That's where I met her. That's where we fell. It is now where I hurt the most.

-JC