Hello Human Pets,
I guess it's hard for me to think of a tale to tell. I have so many tales, but in such a situation as this, it's difficult for me to know who my audience is. I'd have different tales to tell my mother, rather than my best friend. And, inconveniently, both are on Facebook. What part of myself can I put out there for strangers to see? It's an odd vulnerability.
My name is Amber, and I have green eyes. It may seem unimportant, but I like them. I'm cruel, I think. Not in a stereotypical female way. And certainly not on purpose. I just... I think my problem is that I find it difficult to concentrate love in one area. I'm very affectionate, and I love everything, but I'm not very good at being overly considerate with the ones I should. I will absent-mindedly treat someone I love the same way I treat everyone else I love. And it just doesn't work that way. I don't know.
I love to dance, and sing, although I wouldn't classify myself as talented at either. I have many pet inanimate objects. Here at school with me, I have a hot sauce packet named Horatio, a waterbottle named Bob, a fork named Tim Burton, and a hollow cube of wax named Wesley. We built a body for Tim Burton, and I think he looks like Brain from Pinky And The Brain when he dresses up in his human body.
I love books and music unbelievably much. Pretty much all kinds, for both. But like Piz said, half of life is just knowing the difference between what's good and what's just there. Because if it's not good, it's bad. And I'd like to think that I know the difference, at least in my life. I think what I have is good. I'm hoping today will be beautiful. We're going out for nice lunch. Vietnamese food, I believe. I'm looking forward to it. It's going to be a cold walk, but if the sun's up, then ... I won't mind. Sometimes I just get struck by how beautiful everything is. Even the ugly things. I've said enough.

Unknown "Lovely" Emo - 16 years, 9 months, 19 days ago