| I Love And I Hate
I love singing and music, but I hate most rap unless the lyrics hold a meaning. Like Eminem, for example. His lyrics are his past and real, and I don’t really think that he ‘sold out’.
I love writing, and I hate writer’s block.
I love hanging out with friends, but I hate the drama/boredom that sometimes comes with it.
I love amusement/theme parks, roller coasters, and the adrenalin rush, but I hate the aching feet, the line waiting, and the fact that I can become very impatient with it.
I love drawing, but I hate the fact that my talent comes and goes.
I love going to theme parks and haunted houses to get the fuck scared out of me, but I hate most horror movies and people have to literally beg me to watch one.
I love movies, but I hate watching them alone.
I love men [not in a whorish way, mind you], but I hate boys, the liars, the cheaters, the users, and the heartbreakers.
I love romantic men, but I hate when they are not sincere.
I love men who love me for me, and I hate when they cannot learn to love ALL of me.
I love piercings, but I hate the fact that I cannot get a job around here with one.
I love tattoos, and I hate to love the pain of getting one.
I love badasses, but I hate when it reaches over the top.
I love eyeliner, but I hate when it runs out after doing only one eye.
I love comments/messages, but I hate when people do not even read my profile.
I love sleeping, and I hate waking up.
I love Criss Angel, and I hate those who have no imagination and can’t believe in something different.
I love being wild and crazy, and I hate those who do not accept it.
I love fucking with people and freaking them out, but I hate when they take things too seriously.
I love Family Guy, but I hate the rest of the shows on adult swim.
I love staying up late, but I hate insomnia.
I love making love with someone I truly love, and I hate sluts, skanks, and whores.
I love vampires and the way that I see them, but I hate that the kind in my novel can not exist.
I love vampire romance stories, but I hate ones with no happy ending.
I love biting and being bitten, but I hate the taste of blood and being bitten so hard that it draws blood.
I love cartoons, but I hate most of the new ones.
I love kissing, but I hate being kissed by someone who doesn’t mean it.
I love cuddling, but I hate when it has to end.
I love hugs, but I hate when I have to let go.
I love men who play guitar, but I hate when they suck at it.
I love men who can sing, but I hate it when they suck at it too.
I love sweet men, but I hate when it goes over the line and becomes corny.
I love summer, but I hate bees and the storms that come with it.
I love the fall, but I hate that it is the start of winter.
I love humor, and I hate it when people do not have it.
I love Olive Garden, but I hate that it is so expensive.
I love Halloween, but hate how it can be on a cold night.
I love tolerance, and I hate racism. Those of you who are need a reality check, and also need to get the fuck over yourselves.
I love being mysterious, but I hate being misunderstood.
I love love, but I hate the crying and heartbreak.
I love when others have an opinion, but I hate close-minded assholes.
I love confidence, but I hate arrogance, conceitedness, and people who think that they are better than everyone else, or perfect. Here’s a slight newsflash, no one is perfect, and if you think that you are, then that just proves that you are not, and the fact that you are wrong.
I love life, but I hate the thought of death and I hate the hardships that come with it.
I love to have alone time, but I hate being single.
I love the water, but I hate it when its too cold for me to swim in.
I love forensic science shows, but I hate the murder and rape
I love to wrestle, but I hate abuse.
I love all animals, and I hate animal cruelty and hunting.
I love individuality, and I hate fakes, and those who call others ‘Posers’. It is called ‘FAKE’ and when you say poser, you are not only a labeler, but you are just ask fake as they are.
I love being me, and I hate people who judge/label me before they get to know me. Also hate labels, and labelers.
I love my friends, but I hate the fucking back stabbers
I love having a perverted mind and those with one, but I hate when people step beyond their propriety.
I love being complimented, but I hate when its by stalkers.
I love respect, and I hate being disrespected.
I love to hate, and I hate to love.
Fun Facts? Or Fucked Up?
I laugh at my own jokes.
Halloween is my favorite holiday.
I watch cartoons such as Spongebob Squarepants, and all the oldies a lot more.
I am outgoing, but shy as fuck
I never want to grow up
I sing and dance in my underwears
Yes, I actually say ‘underwears’
I fall in love too easily
When I yawn, I cry
My nose bleeds
I wiggle my toes when I lay down to go to sleep
When I was a little girl my lifes ambition was to be a mermaid.
I want to get married on Halloween
I want a Rock N Roll wedding
I would sell my soul to the devil for a great singing voice.
When I eat a hamburger, I eat around the edges first and make a circle. Ha
I am really loud
I let my friends walk all over me
I drink just to get drunk
It is an everyday struggle for me to feel comfortable in my own skin
I get pissed off a lot.
I started smoking cigarettes when I was 16 because I wanted to fit in with my friends and I wanted this guy to like me, and now I can’t stop.
More to come….
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My Name is Monica
Been There;; Rocked That But friends usually call me Mon or MoniCarlo Call me whichever you’d like =]
I’m 19 years old, as I’m sure you’ve already noticed, and I have to say… after 19 years of living life, I’ve learned a lot about myself. There are so many different versions of me, it’s utterly insane. So, if you’d like, you can read on to get to know all about me. Warning:: It’s dreadfully long, and most likely boring… but I certainly hope not!
I know it’s said an awful lot, but I have been through a lot in my life. I’ve had some harsh things thrown at me, but I’d have to say I wouldn’t change anything. It is what has made me who I am today, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. So, if I’m going to spill my heart out to you, I suppose I’ll start with my past. Where I never really ended, just fell apart.
For the longest time, I hid myself from anything and everyone. For a very long time, I felt oh so broken. And it was a lot of things that made me feel this way, but there was one thing that started it. When I was eleven years old, I was raped by a man that I didn’t know. When I was fifteen, I was molested, and then at 18 it happened again. You’d think I’d learn my lesson, huh? At the age of 16, I was in an abusive relationship. And I thought it was my fault, all of it, even the abuse. If I hadn’t of told him that I was raped. Maybe he wouldn’t have hurt me. I don’t know. I just remember confiding in him, the first person that would know, but he saw things more… differently than I thought he would. I thought he would comfort me, be there for me, but in reality, he was utterly disgusted with me. I was a whore to him, repulsive and someone who deserved to be beaten, and for a while that’s exactly how I felt.
But then, after I left him, I met a guy. A guy that I believed would save me, but I was wrong. Sometimes I feel like he hurt me a million times worse than everything else. I wasted myself on him for years. I loved him with everything I had, but it wasn’t good enough for him to go beyond using me. And one of my quotes, “The greatest gift you’ll ever learn, is to love, and be loved, in return.” I may not have known the price, but I did learn my lesson. And by no means am I looking for sympathy, I just would like someone to understand this broken side that still lives within me. But I suppose that’s the good thing about being damaged, because those of us who are damaged know we can always survive. And now, I’m stronger than I have been in my entire life.
Strong… yes, and it’s half the reason why I am misunderstood. People are turned off by this side of me because they mistake it for what it isn’t. I do not try or think that I am “the shit”. I’m just an individual. I believe in it, and despise those who lack the strength to be themselves. If the situation calls for it or if I’m provoked, I can be, and will be, a total cunt. The biggest bitch you’ll ever have the displeasure of meeting and fucking with, or getting your ass ripped apart by. I just refuse to be a doormat. No one walks all over me, I’ve had enough of that for one lifetime. I don’t take shit from anyone, and they can try, but they wont break me. If they want to try, if they wish to battle, I’ll give them a fucking war. You can hate me for being strong. I just wish that I had enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel about that. But please, don’t underestimate me. And please, don’t think that this side consumes me, because if you look only slightly past this “tough” exterior, you’ll see that I am sweet, kind, creative, friendly and funny.
I’m the type of girl who doesn’t take life too seriously. I adore humor, and I thrive off of it. I love to make myself look like a total jackass just to bring laughter, or a smile to someone’s face. I also love to laugh myself. If you can make me laugh, or even smile, chances are I will fall in love with you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make my friends happy. I’m very loyal to my friends, it’s something I say with complete honesty and pride. And I’d love to make new friends too! That would be you!
And my creative side is the side I love the most. It consumes me. I like to draw, I love photography and art, but my life is dedicated to two things, and that is music and writing. I have written over 250 poems and songs with many, many more to come. I’m also currently working on a novel, besides this one haha, and it’s a vampire romance I hope will one day get published. If you love writing, if your interested, want to share with me-poems, stories, or tips-message me! Cause writing to me is just like breathing. If I couldn’t do it, I’d die.
And now, I will end this…
I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. I’ve let people take advantage of me and I accepted way less than I deserve, but I’ve learned from my bad choices, and even though there are some things I can never get back and people will never be sorry, I’ll know better next time, and I wont settle for anything less than what I deserve.
And the truth is, I’ve never fooled anyone. I’ve let people fool themselves. They didn’t bother to find out who I am. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn’t argue with them, they were obviously loving someone I wasn’t, but I’m not going to argue with you either. Love me or hate me, just take me as I am.
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