My name is Stephanie. My favorite hobbies or addictions as i call them are writting poetry, creating my own stories, and of course reading. My life is but a fantacy in which i shall never awaken. It is but a world in which i know what happens and the rest of the world stares from the window outside of what happens with me. I am my own person and am very independent. I tolerate many things and i do understand what goes on though i do not try to at times. I am a very good listeaner and i tend to give advice but only to those who wish it. I am concidered and outcast in my own words but to me i am just who i am. believe it or not i live within my own world but i love to observe what happens on the outside world. Mind you i am not conceited at all i love to help people and at times i tend to forget about y own needs just to lend a hand to others. But again i do have a limit as to what i can do. For as i always say not everyone is perfect.Now a bit about my past is i use to be in the dark arts, i still study it and i still study both white magic as well as dark, I have done many things in the past, far beyond what most would consider sane, but those are some things that are better left alone. There are just some things in this world that are better left unknown than to dig them up and find out something that should have never been revealed.


What was done is in the past and what is to be is in the future but still not understanding she falls from her grace.

Lying on the ground her wrists bleeding from the wounds that where inflicted on her in accident or could they have been on purpose?

She was young an idiotic child, innocent as anyone else could be, but what did they know those who called her gentle, they couldn't even save her from the hell she lived in.

Her tears ran every night she could hear the screams as she slept, the nightmares plagues her and her soul began to be devoured by the unseen.

Creatiing no more, living but to only a certin extent she was made to grow stronger and to be like the rest. She was made to be what everyone else would never see, a woman who was silent and never dared speak.

She looked down on the world hating it yet smiling to decieve those who made her believe that she was something that never belonged. Though other disagreed she knew that they were wrong she was tainted and that, they could never make her see otherwise.

At night she slept and suffered and throughout the day she pretended to be someone who she was not and whom she would never be.

She was confused, her heart ached, and she could not help but hate the world around her.

In the end no one could save her for she was binded to a world that no one could reach and to this day she lies there on the ground waiting, bleeding, and pleading to be seen.
-a poem by fallen angel-

This would be my dork of a brother -smiles- we went fishing in this pic

This would be me in my not so greta looking take lol. He woke me up early lol.

Again this is me. The fish kinda bit me when were taking pics. My brother was right basses are fighters lol.

AGain me this is one of my many junior prom pics.

This is me when i got out of the shower lol. I wwent crazy with the camera.