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I love to Writing teen horror stories, drawing anime, singing in groups, singing in solo groups, in the shower singing, reading anime, running around in the park like a retard, going to concerts, texting, interneting, acting like a spazzz, sleeping, making bows with cherry stems, hugging my friends, going on coasters til' I barf, kissing friends (o.o), sleeping in the shower, dancing in the rain, telling crappy jokes, being the center of attention, typing (DUH), making stuff on the grill, pissing off little kids, taking money from my dads pocket, looking at little fat babys cuz they are so f***ing cute, poking people, going to big citis and saying "I LOVE YOU" to random ppls and running away, swimming, poking little babys to make em' laught, holding kittens, rolling on the grass down a hill, going down slides, watching that 'Feed the Children' ad and crying when I see the sick and hungry kids, humming random songs, buying cheap stuff and breaking it, smashing stuff with a hammer, making videos, holding babys, putting on a hip-hop sing and dancing, pranking people, yelling at teachers, walking on the beach, pouring water on people when they aren't looking, listen to music, write poems, write songs, playing DS, playing PSP, cryin' in the dark, limbo, egging stuff (u didn't read that), flirting, gum chewing, holding hands with little kids (it's so cute), people watching at Six Flags, pretending I am a model (don't ask), pretending to be Kelsey (omg, she's such a whore) (lol), starting chain letters in text messages, taking photos, put on a rock song and jump around like an idiot (lmao), watching musicals, going to places, gymnastics, looking at light bulbs til I can see the bulb clearly, layin gon my back in the sun, waking up at two in the morning and going for a twenty minute bike ride, catching frogs and kissing them (ewww!), coloring on my face with markers (washable), skipping down the hallway, buying stuff that I will only end up using once, spend money on random s***, find random songs on the internet and memorize them, watch funny videos, spelling the word color the funny way (colour), count how long I can hold an ice cube in my mouth before I bite it or spit it out, edit pictures, steeling eyeliner (you didn;t see that), stop and smell the roses, download games (I get viruses a lot but what ever), ask my BOD for money (BOD means Bank of Daddy), go fishing, brush my cat Puff ( he has long black hair), play piano, try to play guitar, hang posters on my wall, count the peices of grass when I rip up a hand full, write on my hand, make fun of deformed trees, walk down the street and ask people I pass for a hug, make smile faces in writing smile , make stuff bold, watch little kid shows like Blues Clues (idk), hit my locker when I get board in school, go to the bathroom during school to get out of class, listen to sad songs and make myself cry, pretending to be Miley Cyrus and tripping over myself like an idiot (Miley is so stupid), laughing like Pee Wee Herman, crying over dead people, sitting on piles of snow in the winter, playing with toy cars (I have no idea), sleeping in the car, chewing on plastic spoons, running with sizz-erz and getting in trouble by teacher, chasing people up and down stairs, poking peoples stomaches and making them laugh, breaking little rules and not getting caught (lol), trying to lick my nose, wearing cloths that don't match and telling people "I got dressed in the dark" when they ask, writing with my left hand even though I am right handed, stomping on my sisters garden and then ask her who did it the next day, staying up late and going on the internet, reading funny comics, watching ye olden movies (OMG! BE IN COLOR), ranting about stupid s***, getting a cup of snow and putting it in my free-zer and eating it in July, coloring on the part of the fan that spins with pencil to make a cool design, playing on GaiaOnline.com, drinking milk at three in the mornig. making a really good breakfast for my dad and having him eat it 3 hours after I cooked it (lol), looking at funny pictures, sending PMs, reseving PMs, watch stuff blow up, blast my speakers as loud as I can, look at the stars, shut off old songs from the 60's throught 80's (lol, they sound bad), think about shows I watched when I was 4-8 of age, think about having good grades (like A's and B's), search the internet for random stuff (HEY! I don't search that! What do you think I am?) (lol), singing in the rain, lay on my bed and just relax, hide in a corner and cry, make fun of teachers, look at the lines on the road from the back of the bus, have my dad drive around the rotery (round about) over and over again, driving my dads car (I have permission), picking up kittens off the side of the road and bringing them home, looking out my window in the winter and looking at the trees covered in a light layer of snow, Boogie Boarding in the summer, trying to do KARATE and then having and epic fail, drawing in my driveway with chalk like a 5 year old, and others that I will write later.<br />

Poetry By Annastasia<br />
My First Steps<br />
I'm Just sitting here.<br />
Mommy is not too near.<br />
<br />
She's tired and relaxing.<br />
I giggle,<br />
No reaction.<br />
<br />
Now is the time.<br />
Very Clever.<br />
Hands on the floor, climb.<br />
Now or never.<br />
<br />
I sway and flop.<br />
Quickly look away and plop.<br />
<br />
Her head is up,<br />
looks at me.<br />
Takes a sip from her cut.<br />
She didn't see.<br />
<br />
Hands on the floor.<br />
No turing back.<br />
Push a little more,<br />
fate is mine to attack.<br />
<br />
On my two feet,<br />
I look around.<br />
No one can defeat.<br />
I am crowned.<br />
<br />
Cry<br />
Crying is your only friend.<br />
That's the result of being alone.<br />
You want the pain to end,<br />
you don't want it shown.<br />
<br />
When people are fakes,<br />
it's not fair.<br />
Your heart aches<br />
and then it breaks.<br />
<br />
People just don't care.<br />
They want you to be filled with fear.<br />
So they give an evil stare.<br />
All it does and make you tear.<br />
<br />
You start to cry,<br />
they just walk away.<br />
You say you want to die,<br />
they say yout ok.<br />
<br />
But your not.<br />
Pain rumbles inside.<br />
The pain hurts more than a gunshot.<br />
You just want to hide.<br />
<br />
The life you'll soon leave behind,<br />
they really don't deserve you.<br />
Not one of them was kind.<br />
But soon you'll be at a calmer state of mind.<br />
<br />
White Fluffies<br />
I can see.<br />
High above me they race,<br />
they go at a lightening fast pace.<br />
They leave a shadow where they go.<br />
Where are they now?<br />
I may never know.<br />
<br />
Where did they come from?<br />
A bus? A car?<br />
Will there be more?<br />
I hope these ones don't fly too far.<br />
<br />
They twist and twirl up in the sky.<br />
I wonder how they even fly.<br />
They're gone! I'm gonna have a cow!<br />
Oh wait, here comes more now!<br />
<br />
These white fluffies shine in the sun,<br />
where they can be free.<br />
I bet they are having lots of un.<br />
They are still speeding by me.<br />
<br />
Maybe they are unoticed by most.<br />
But I see them.<br />
To everyone elce, they are like ghost.<br />
But these white fluffies I see,<br />
are like jems than shine.<br />