CinderellaInAction01

What do I do on weekends?    Simple. I do absolutely nothing.    I hide in my room during the day. My family calls me a vampire but i can assure you that I am not. I got no fangs. I have no desire for blood. Yes, I am pretty pale, I do have a natural distaste for the sun, and I do hiss at it every morning. But I do not burn (or sparkle) like a vampire. I am lazy.

My poor, unfortunate heart spills out everything I hope for in my paper. But, the one thing that troubles me is the fact that when i cut my heart open and pour my writing blood onto a piece of paper and then submit that paper, it just keeps bleeding until I had enough and so I die for the night. The next day, all that blood had stained the bed but the message is so crippled and so hard to read that I can't put the rest down on another piece of paper. How poor and unfortunate is that? Not only so much blood has poured out that too many words have crippled and dissolved, but I have to investigate all the blood on the bed to catch my memory agai

I keep practicing the Caramelldansen dance!!!!!!!!!!!!