Simple matter of the fact is that I am me, I am Tegan.
You'll find me covered in bruises or hanging with my friends during school time mostly. I have little interest in anything other than reading, learning and making people smile.
People look at me and don't bother to get to know me, no matter what I look like or what I wear. Those people are the ones that do nothing but look at my scars and don't see me for who I really am under all my layers of depression and psychosis.
I've been through a lot of crap that I am ashamed of and some that I couldn't of controlled even if I wanted to, but I don't complain about it because it's made me who I am today and I'm fucking happy with that.
I have many obsessions and many loves in this life; much like reading, music and biology. I'm a freak when it comes to reading and studying about science, and I have no issues with that whatsoever because I love it.
People who are close to me and who do know certain things about me find me annoying, clingy, bitchy, but at the same time they love all of those things about me because it's every part of who I am.
I've helped everyone I care about get through rough times, or at least tried to. I've seen life bring out the best and the worst in the people around me, and they've seen it do the same thing to me. That's probably why it's so much easier for them to get me, having known or having seen what it's life to lose it or to see someone they care about lose it.
Sanity is something I care little about knowing that most of us will leave this world completely insane anyway. I have a mildly obsessive fascination with serial killers, rapists, cannibals, and various other types of murderers and maniacs.
At fifteen years of age, I've seen more and been through more then I would of wanted to, and more that I probably should of, but as I've said, it's made me who I am this day and there is nothing wrong with that. I love my family, and my friends because they have gotten me this far in this cruel, unforgiving life. But the one person, who has put up with me so amazingly in the last few weeks no matter the yelling, no matter the tears, would have to be my beloved boyfriend Matt, who without I surely would be a greater mess than I am now.
I am me, and if you don't like it, FUCK OFF.
You'll find me covered in bruises or hanging with my friends during school time mostly. I have little interest in anything other than reading, learning and making people smile.
People look at me and don't bother to get to know me, no matter what I look like or what I wear. Those people are the ones that do nothing but look at my scars and don't see me for who I really am under all my layers of depression and psychosis.
I've been through a lot of crap that I am ashamed of and some that I couldn't of controlled even if I wanted to, but I don't complain about it because it's made me who I am today and I'm fucking happy with that.
I have many obsessions and many loves in this life; much like reading, music and biology. I'm a freak when it comes to reading and studying about science, and I have no issues with that whatsoever because I love it.
People who are close to me and who do know certain things about me find me annoying, clingy, bitchy, but at the same time they love all of those things about me because it's every part of who I am.
I've helped everyone I care about get through rough times, or at least tried to. I've seen life bring out the best and the worst in the people around me, and they've seen it do the same thing to me. That's probably why it's so much easier for them to get me, having known or having seen what it's life to lose it or to see someone they care about lose it.
Sanity is something I care little about knowing that most of us will leave this world completely insane anyway. I have a mildly obsessive fascination with serial killers, rapists, cannibals, and various other types of murderers and maniacs.
At fifteen years of age, I've seen more and been through more then I would of wanted to, and more that I probably should of, but as I've said, it's made me who I am this day and there is nothing wrong with that. I love my family, and my friends because they have gotten me this far in this cruel, unforgiving life. But the one person, who has put up with me so amazingly in the last few weeks no matter the yelling, no matter the tears, would have to be my beloved boyfriend Matt, who without I surely would be a greater mess than I am now.
I am me, and if you don't like it, FUCK OFF.
- Last seen on Nov 16 3:51 PM. Member since August 18, 2006.
- I'm a malachite opening poet for 407 comments.
- I am a 15 year old girl (Australia)
- When I'm not writing, I'm I'm trying to figure out what it all means..
- I am in the groups A day stained in blood The life of a c, Broken Butterflies Upon Bruised Roses, Cutters Noncutters and ExCutters, My Chemical Romance Fans, cutters and bleeders
- I have 407 comments, 5 contests, 118 poems, 1 story
Poems I'm focused on
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As my wings lay waste in the shadows
My heartstrings finally start to fail28 lines, 2 comments, February 6
My Poetry
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Come on baby, do it like you mean it
You've got my heart in your hands -
Slowly falling into this darkest of nights
Consumed by the everlasting hate
My Stories
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Chapter One / My phone rang from beside my bed. I reached over and picked it up. / “Whazzup?” I said into the cell phone. / “Oi, Tiff it’s me, Silver.” a guys voice was on the other line. /3941 lines, June 24, 2007. In 2000-5000 words
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destructivesensation : :) on August 21Sex me pretty girl
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Gothmo666 on July 30your cool
you like skillet?
and you've heard of Blessthefall??
And your in Australia!! -
BrokenHeartsInVain on April 16Ohh. Hey. No problem. Honestly, I loved that poem.. It was really touching. And yeahh.. I'm not up to much at all. And I'm borededddd.. x_X Anyway, thank you for the coment and all.
Best of wishes~
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BrokenHeartsInVain on March 7About the contest entry. I entered in the option of a title. Just so you know. ^,.,^
