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YOU WILL NEVER MEET ANOTHER GIRL LIKE ME.


chances are, you don't see things the way that i do.


don't waste it, i could only be here for today.


i've recently surrounded myself in something that's destroying me. i'm out of control.


there's no past tense in loving someone either you do or you never did.





Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.


my name is stephanie kay.



i grew up to be exactly who they didn't want me to be.


things will never be the same.





don't judge me for the things that i do, yea i like to drink, alot.


BEHIND EVERY BEAUTIFUL THING, THERE IS SOME KIND OF PAIN.


e i g h t e e n. i wish i was a little girl again.


i'm old enough to know better, but young enough not to care.


and i am a pisces. i tend to be impressionable.


status:completly inseperable this time.


someimes you just need to be alone to find out who you really are.




"Damaged people are dangerous, because they know that they can survive."



this is my breakdown.


karma is a bitch.





my life in a constant trial and error.



i inherited my father's vacancy, charm, and good luck.




my mother's motivation, impulsiveness, and temper.


what do you have to offer?





i have really bad comunication problems.


i don't know how to make friends, i rarely act upon my feelings.


REALITY DOESN'T CARE IF YOU BELEIVE IT.


i act upon impulse, it gets me into trouble.





my mommy says that i am complicated and simple all at the same time.




Prolonged long eye contact. Marlboro Reds. Rum&Coke. Sandwiches. Long walks alone. Reading. Self-realization. Traveling. Movies. Photography. Simplicity. Memories. You. Anxiety. Mind over matter. Observation. Behavior. Parties. Porn. Driving. Beating bitches. Getting into trouble. Rain. Guns. Money. Kisses. Hugs. Passing out. Running. Drawing. Body language. Love. Holding hands. Watching the stars. Psychology. Self-improvement. Self-medication. Passion in all forms. No limits.







i generally do whatever the fuck i want.


and i fuck up everybodies life i touch.


to all my haters, kiss my ass :)


i dare you to take a chance with me.





Who I'd Like to Meet:


apparently i ask to much of people.


but at the end of the day, i want to fall asleep next to somebody that truely loves me.


boys with eating disorders, and girls with tattoos.


people that feel.


someone to send me poetry late at night so that i can wake up to it in the morning.


people that are willing to prove me wrong but not be jerks about it.


someone to show me the world and make me open my eyes.


people that will smile at everyone that puts them down because they know they can succeed.


someone that can be themselves, no questions asked.


someone that doesn't need anyone to define them.


honest people.


people that understand when someone doesn't want to talk about there problems.


someone with a good story to tell.


people that can throw down, and drive around with the music blasting and the windows down.


someone that flies like paper, and gets high like planes.


people that can hold an intelligent conversation.


someone that can sing in front of a crowd of people.


someone who can hold my hand without being in a relationship with me.


someone that will push my limits and boundries.


someone that will let me scream in there face and not back down.


people that don't judge me for the things that i do.


someone that can handle my opinions.


people that never back down.





"When you finally find someone you care about, its good to let go of all the little things. Even if it takes awhile. Cause there's nothing worse than feeling alone, no matter how many people are around you."

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