Slipknot, Marilyn Manson, Dir En Grey, Jack Off Jill, Murderdolls, Wednesday 13, Mushroomhead, The Haunted, KoRn, Static-X, Rammstein, Aiden, Red Hot Chili Peppers, U2, The Clash
Favorite TV Shows:
Animal Precinct/Cops, Project Runway, Top Chef, South Park, Wild Boyz
Favorite Movies:
Edward Scissorhands, Nightmare Before Christmas, FearDotCom, Saw series, Harry Potter series, The Breakfast Club, The Outsiders
Favorite Quotes:
"The unexamined life is not worth living." Socrates
My name is Miss [Allysøn] Møøre[gue].
I'm just another strange, black eyeliner-wearing freak showing plastic Devil horns and writing bad poetry, with a love of all things unconventional and obscene.
I don't take the "You're nobody and you mean nothing" b******* rant because I know I'm f****** awesome.
I'm taken and happy with that. 1 year and some months.
I'm my own individual.
I paint, draw, take pictures...no surface is immune to being struck by my artistic outbursts.
I plan on pursuing a career in the arts and writing.
Catharsis is what I am. It controls and frees me, makes and destroys me, holds and kills me.
Psychology and things of that nature interest me.
I love music.
Tattoos are art expressed on the canvas known as skin. They're amazing to look at and they give you a glimpse inside somebody. I want to get a lot of them. I draw tattoo designs, sometimes for myself or at my boyfriend's request.
Piercings are awesome. I will be getting some when I'm an adult.
I love dirty cities. I dream of living in Chicago and making a living there.
I am materialistic.
Daydreamer.
Brutally honest.
Moody.
Hypersensitive.
Paranoid.
Vegetarian. Since 8th grade.
I have Body Dysmorphic Disorder. If you don't know what that is, look it up. It might explain a lot to those of you who have noticed I am constantly looking into reflective surfaces of sorts and fixing my make-up, because that is a symptom. It tends to consume my thoughts.
I'm the opposite of conceited or narcissistic. I'm self-conscious.
I'm quite an insomniac. I take sleep-inducing pain killers every school night so I can get to bed at a decent time. I chronically have nightmares that make no sense, and they're usually a reflection of my current situation or insecurity, and sometimes make me wake up crying. Needless to say, that factors into me not looking forward to sleeping at night.
I have hives that might be anxiety-related. I have yet to see a doctor. I just know they itch when I am irritated or stressed.
I like wearing red lipstick and crazy eyeliner.
I like black stuff.
I really like sobriety, it's awesome. I don't party. I've never touched drugs or alcohol and I never will. I'm naturally high or intoxicated, it's just in my system like that. I get f***** up on life and love. I don't need the synthetic s***.
I don't like school.
I'm pretty friendly to everybody, and I don't care what you wear, listen to, or f***. It doesn't matter to me.
I hate whores.
B******.
F*** the fakes.
I went to the funeral today. It sort of upset me because there was some insensitive peacher who decided it would be an appropriate time to talk about Jesus and inviting him into our lives and some other b*******. I'm not saying that religion isn't important, but she rambled on about it for about 15 minutes and hardly mentioned my friend's name. She was talking about things completely unrelated to her death. She said the reason people commit suicide is because they look away from Jesus for a… Continue
I went to my friend's visiting service. The funeral is tomorrow. It basically broke my heart into a thousand pieces to be there. It's really hard and disconcerting to know that somebody close to your age, somebody you knew since you were in middle school, is lying in a closed caskett in front of you. I wish she knew how many people would miss her and are crying. It's just so strange. She had a lot to look forward to. She was a really talented artist and a part of band and choir. It was all over… Continue