Avoiding the redundancy of this section, I can't really describe myself in a paragraph or two, but I'll try: I am my own person. I'm Chapy, born on 10 July 1993 & was born a Bisexual.Please do not ask for my number if u are not related to me in any way in "Real Life".I am here to have fun & to keep in touch with my "Friends".Please Do Not ask me to comment ur pictures or do anything related to MySpace or Facebook. I will do it if I feel like doing it. U don't have to ask or tell me. If someone asks me to do something I don't want to without a plausible reason I don't do it. I never believe a rumor, until confirmed by the rumoree. I'm often labeled because of my fashion and beliefs.So to set things up straight,I'm None.I don't label myself. I love to wear black and that doesn't mean I 'Worship Satan'. Black is just a colour for God Sake! In a perfect world everyone would be dead. I don't like the country that I'm living in right now, because the humans brain isn't set & ain't functioning very well. Especially the Authorities. I do what ever shits I want & I don't friggin care what u think or say about me. Hate me? Ain't my problem hunny. Funny thou, WTF! are u still looking at my profile then? HA HA! I want you to read my profile, that's why I made it. I am very busy these days, so..u ain't need to get all emotional just because I didn't fucking reply. It's Irritating u dumbass! Yeah,I Sometimes Do Like Cute Stuff.So What? I'd keep writing but, I think that's enough random brain vomit for one section

Friday, January 14, 2011

im sorry!! ilysm dear!!

Story of my life,Searching for the right,But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul,Cause it seems that wrong,Really loves my company
He's more than a man,And this is more than love,The reason that the sky is blue
The clouds are rolling in,Because I'm gone again,And to him I just can't be true
And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful,And it kills him inside,To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying,I don't wanna do this anymore,I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door,I see him die a little more inside,I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life,I don't wanna be...A murderer
I feel it in the air,As I'm doing my hair,Preparing for another date
A kiss upon my cheek,As he reluctantly,Asks if I'm gonna be out late
I say I won't be long,Just hanging with the boys,A lie I didn't have to tell
Because we both know,Where I'm about to go,And we know it very well
Our love, his trust,I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with,I don't wanna do this,Anymore