My name is Hit me with any patter and I'll hit you with my broomstick!In my own words,Im too loyal in the state I'll get hurt,Im to honest in the state someone else gets hurt,I will be your best friend,Or your worst fucking enemy, I have no inbetween!Im hot or Im cold,Take me as you find me,I'm not mature enough to hold an adult conversation,I try,I just want to live my life,I get crushed if I feel trapped,It leads to mass panicI am NOT emo,Take your piss else where, or I slit your throat,Cut you a fringe,And feed you to my flying monkeys,I'm a witch,I'm a bitch,But I'll never be anything than who I am,I'll be honest with you for sure,I'm probly the nicest person in the world until you target meMy friends mean the world to me,You can call your self special if you are one,I pick them carefully,My son is my life, he changed the person I am,Im too bloody emotional now,I mood swing daily,I LoveBlindfoldsStockingsSpongebobSarcasimMusicFishnetsHotpantsMilky waysWhoppersTattoosPiercingsPhil AnselmoHorrorspeople who know what they wantPeople who get what they wantMarshmallowsHugsPunching Gus in the faceI HateGusPosersusersgetting traptHis temperMy fearsThongsPostman PatWee Willy winkyMost PeopleHerThemThere and then! She cameShe went And thats the last you'll ever see off her!I have a problem with keeping my feet on the groundI always want to be else whereIm so unreliableMsn : Dont ask (friends only)Myspace : myspace.com/isbawsYafro : littlemissfuckface.yafro.commycoldshiver.yafro.comeh? I dont think I have anymore, not that youd give a shit!Im completly unpredictableIf I dont like you I wont bother my arse with youand yes...Im aware that makes me a complete bitchIt also makes me honest, and Id prefer to be thatI can't be arsed with pussy footing around peopleIm not a careful personStraight to the point...like it or lump itI recently found out I get on with folk who have the balls to take the piss out of meIm not sure whyBut I give as good as a getI've also discovered me and Livi will kill brad pitt in Miss WorldBut I'll frame him for the murderAnd the crown will be mineOh and I realise I'm going to be 90Sitting on a porch with a shoot gun and 200 hundred catsOn the phone to Lauren saying "you'll never guess what! That wee tramp from next door did..."Im also going to be like 70 stone of pure junk food,With cellulite and stretch marksFrom where I tried to reach for the remote controlAnd nearly teared my insides out!So thats me in a nut shellA fat old lonley woman (bar my cats)Ex Miss WorldAxe murdering psychopathWith a gay guy looking for revengeAnd cellulite riddenHow the fuck could you not love me*cough*I AMI am the kind of lassie to smack you in the face and think about what I was doing laterI am the kind of lassie who runs on instinct instead of head power, it gives me so much more options in lifeI am the kind of who dyes her hair, fucks it up and doesnt learn and dyes it again...I believe I was ginger for three days of my life onceI am the kind of lassie to speak her mind, I dont see why I should change my opions to please anyone else, I am ME, and thats pretty much all I know how to beI am the kind of lassie that runs away, theres so much chasing me about that past and its just about to swallow me wholeI am the kind of lassie that isnt prepared to let anyone tear in to her again and wreak her life, I will not let my self be hurt, and I will not let my son be hurt, and I'm pretty much roofless to make sure it doesnt happenI am the kind of lassie that just don't give a fuck because in all honest...I really couldnt!I remeber when I was 6 and I feel off a curb, in to this fucking hudge puddleAnd shouting "OH SHIT"And my mum shouting "what did you just say" in a harsh voiceAnd me being me says "oh puddle gosh!" From that second on I relised what sarcasim was!Jono got arse raped by my dogOh how I love you poochCLOSE YOUR EYESthis place is hell to me and i can never get no sleepthere's a devil in my bed with mewho's talk is cheapyou feel like heaven to meall i want to do is sleepyou're like an angel lyin' next to meyou look so sweetclose your eyesand lets pretendremember why we're just friendsmy tangled hair will weave a web of lieswithin my sheetsand in the morning i'll be nailedwhere he crucified meyour blackened hair will leave a stain,inside my mind so deepand when tomorrow comes i'll wish that you would worship meclose your eyesand let's pretendremember why we're just friendsthere must be a storm in london tonightbecause it's cold and raining hardmy body aches, my lover waits, i pick the scabs from my armsthere must be a storm in la tonightbecause it's cold and raining hardi miss your kiss. i miss your face, i miss the stars of your armsthe man that i lustin he do i trustfor he is my god, my anti jesushe is my savior, my salvationhe leads me into temptation, in my highest hourmy lowest momenthe is my torturehe is my tormentand i will pray for himto remain my friendand save me from my enemies... forever amenthis place is hell to me i can never get no sleepthere's a devil in my bed with mewho's talk is...cheapi can hear you singingface on fireblue skies, your eyesmy beautiful liari'm still breathingyou can't kiss mekill me darlingi know you miss mecan't resist mecan you hear me talking?can you see mered lights my lipsshe can never be me... she can never be menow i'm screamingwhat can i break?my hearts broken... silverlakesan francisco, switzerland, lacunzaengland, budapest,mulhouse,i remember when we first metdo you remember or do you forget?you were so perfect, so pure like an angelyou were like an angel... amenand i remember thinking... my godmy god he is just so beautifulso fuckin' amazingand every night i would watch you, i would watch you watching meand we swore that nothing would come between usthat no one would come between usdo you remember?ecstasy in paris... laying down in the middle of the streetin the middle of the nightin the center of youi was humbled by your power,my co conspiratormy executioner, my sacrificial lamb, my friend, my lover, my martyrare you my enemy now? you once asked me is existance all we share?...SOMEONE MADE ME UNBEARABE SOFTWEAK AT THE KNEESAND A LITTLE BIT SMITTENBUT IM STILL A BIG GIRLAND ONE DAY, I'LL KICK HIS LAME ARSEAND WE'LL SEE WHO'S SOFT THEN