PureVolume

if ignorance is bliss,

eradicate my knowlege of my history.

the name is bree and I am a reflection. You may think that I am kidding, but I'm really not. Figure out what I mean and get back to me. They say that I am crazy, out of my mind. But that 'crap' they mumble is what makes me me.
I don't eat meat and it has been a long time now. I am an advocate for Invisible Children. Ask me what that it. I am the Special Projects Editor for my school paper, which means I write and design pages.
The fact that you sit here and read this all absolutely breaks my heart.
I am not my appearence, because underneath all the makeup and the hair, I am truly nothing like that. I'm just Bree. I'm just the girl, sitting under her bed with a notebook and a pencil, listening to the same song over and over again. I breathe music, I make it, I hear it, I live it, I die for it. I write. I won't call myself a writer, not yet, but I write. I want to be a journalist.
I am ostracized completely by my peers, but I do not regret my appearence and choices that have brought me to this place.
One day, I will be gone.
I am a person of words. I talk and talk and talk, but nothing seems to ever come out. I do not know how to shut up. I am far too eccentric. A little too eccentric, a little too frightening.
You comment me and I will comment you back. Comment a picture, expect one back. Ask me to listen to your band and I will.
I promise; coss my heart, hope to die.
All I want is a pretty boy, a happy face, and some good words on a page that came from my pen. That is all a girl can ask for, right? I would not seem to know, I don't seem to function like most.
It is the things such as these that everyone stumbles. You let on far too much, you frighten everyone off; you let out far too little, and you never seem to amount to something online. And it seems as if I am frightening you all off. One. At. A. Time.
I rememeber that Halloween when I first kissed the devil. That smile that made me into something more, that smile that was something to live for to see. I really did ask for exactly what I got into. That is exactly what you get for kissing the devil on All Hallows Eve.
I am the girl with the crazy hair. I've been told I kind of stand out, I still don't see why. Because in all truth, I am quiet, I walk around with my arms crossed tightly over my chest and the headphones in my ears. Never speaking, never stopping.
And maybe one day, I will stop, because lately, I am becoming greener with the scenery.

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