What to say? Um...

I'm 19 years old.

I've just finished my A Levels.

I'm a girl

And I love to write.

Things I like -

Naruto (didn't at first but after watching snippets of the Chunin exam arc and the Attack on the Leaf Village arc, It grew on me.)

Shamen King

Horror

Mythology ( Especially Dragons! They're soooo cool!)

Harry Potter

Manga (Especially Naruto!)

Pagen music

Noncannon pairings in fanfics (They're more interesting than cannon and it's nice to imagine how it could develop between the chosen two)

Favourite Characters

Naruto

Gaara

Shikamaru

Naruto

Hinata

Ino (growing on me. Especially after reading a few fan fics with her in them)

Temari

Zaku

Kidomaru

Sakon

Tayuya

Kimimaro

Karin

Suigetsu

Juugo

Deidara

Yugito

Itachi

Hidan

Yeah? So what if I tend to like the bad guys more. I just find their characters more intruiging and I can't believe how quickly they're killed off.

Shamen King

Yoh

Anna

Lenny/Ren

June

Morty

Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you like me?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you want me?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you cry if I left?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you live for me?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you do anything for me?

Boy: No

Girl: Choose--me or your life

Boy: My life

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...

The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.

The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.

The reason I don't want you is because I need you.

The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.

The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.

The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.

The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.

I love this, but i've seen what I think is a better version on a SakoTayu video on YouTube. Anyways, if you like this as much as I do PASS IT ON! Thanks

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried their daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not on of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple we had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realised I was transsexual.

I am the person who fells guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with the society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they close doors to my kind.

If you are as against this form of prejudice or any form of intolerence as I am, please repost this in your profile. Thanks.

This is a true story.A girl died in 1933.A man buried her when she was still alive.The murder chanted,"Toma Sota balcu," as he buried that you have read the chant,you will meet this little the middle of the night she will be on your celing.She will sufficate you like she was sufficated.

If you are as supicious as i am or like this story, post this on your profile,she will not bother you.Your kindness will be rewarded.Lucillia.