First and foremost, my name is Angie. I'm secure enough to know who I am. Hate me; love me, I don't care. EVERYTHING you heard about me is TRUE. I don't give a damn about my bad reputation. I'm blunt. Egotistical. Shy. Outgoing. And self conscious. I wear my heart on my sleeve. To know me, is to love me. I'll probably make you cry on more than one occasion. I don't care how tough you say you are. It's all an act. If I was talking to you in person, you'd keep your mouth shut because you're really just a pussy. Sunday is my "recovery" day, do not disturb. I keep my friends close, and my enemies closer. I over use words that refer to the female anatomy. Sometimes I laugh so much I snort. Did I mention I drink a lot? Excessive is my middle name. You're more punk, hardcore, mod, straightedge, emo, indie than me. Your hair is cooler. Your pants are tighter. You have more tattoos. You have cooler pins on your messanger bag. Your favorite band is more obscure than mine. Your shoes are more vintage and so is your t-shirt. You own more black clothes than me. Your glasses are thicker and blacker than mine. The plugs in your ears are bigger. You know more people in bands. Your black jelly bracelets are the envy of scensters everywhere. Your photography is blacker and whiter. Your profile is wittier. You have much better soul records. Your tie is whiter, or redder, or blacker. Your scene points are double, perhaps triple, mine. Because as we all know, that's what really matters. In a scene where the music has taken a backseat to the haircuts, you win and I lose XSN0WBUNNiiX3[[O2.02.O7]]I can`t even begin to describe how I feel about you being gone. But I`ll start with this, you are missed and loved dearly. Everyday I sit back and think, "How can some one so beautiful die so young?" Only 17 with your whole life ahead of you. Never even got the chance to go to prom, graduate or see the day of marriage. You were more than just my girlfriend, you were my best friend, my companion, my heart, my soul and my inspiration. I always find myself looking back on all of the good times we`ve had, the secrets we`ve shared. And when you said you were going to take those secrets to your grave, I didn`t think it would happen so soon. Baby girl; you are and will always be forever missed. I Love You So Much