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ELECTRIA

22 years old

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www.myspace.com/queenelectria

Hi, I'm Electria, and I am not your average boy from next door.. I am actually your average nutcase from the mental Institution.

Youre time is nearly over; everyone knows your name. Youre a pretty face with no soul, a smooth body but with no feeling. All your friends want to be you and all your haters know everything about you. You walk around places as if your some sort of god, you sing into mirrors and fake an audience. You create ugly and turn it into beauty. They claim to hate you but scream your name. Youre living in a place where dreams dont usually happen yet you turn even the most garbage town into Hollywood... I can tell we have a lot in common already.

I did not intend to live in the day or in the night, I wanted to live in a one second camera flash so my one-second movements were captured on film and were framed for eternity. I also never intended to look like a plastic doll; instead I wanted to look more alive.

Its not my fault that I dream of a world where the background would exist Instead I prey that everything else is blank and I am the only atmosphere to focus on. I would rather live my life on film when walking down a runway in my [all so awesome] boots.

I live a life what is the same as a card game, I have nothing to loose then I win but then I loose everything I ever had. But like a cheat I will win over you any day. Im sorry but watching people kiss each others ass pretty much makes me a stone lighter and a shade paler.

I am that person who has dug himself out of the mud and the gutters just to be floating right on top of you, in translation for the common idiot, it translates to: I can crush you under my awesome boots as if you were maggots eating the cheapest of meat and ruin your reputation.

I do watch apron my peers as they move on with their companions, I used to think I would be alone for eternity, but I have now realised that I should in fact admire the view from my tower window and let my hair grow stronger before I allow anyone to climb up my hair and rescue me.

My face is nothing but blank, vanity is the only thing what paints emotion onto me, like some broken china doll I am cracked, snapped and shattered. I am not perfection like I was intended to be.

I live in a city called Perth what is located in Scotland, This place sucks, although I find it rather amusing at the same time, you see I like to study people from a distance. I go to college but I am finding my course a bit boring these days and I want to drop out. As you can see from my pictures I am quite the artistic kind, although unlike art students I don..t see art in paper and pen, I see it as humanised. This is my life style, and this is how I was born, I can..t change and I wont change, even though I live in a small city with small minds, I am never pushed. I am not good with words and I ain..t good at talking, so instead I write, because that way I wont write something stupid, because usually I blab on and on then twist it and say something completely stupid. I..m single, but that..s ok because I like to view the scenery and let my hair grow before anyone attempts to climb up it and save me.

My parents are divorced and I barely talk to my dad, but that..s ok because he..s rich, so he is obviously going to leave me a gift one day what will change my life, you see, my life hasn..t started yet, my life will start when I am more happy. My mother is a manager and she is completely dramatised and thinks of herself, and my little brother.. where do I begin?

My friends are weird, I don..t really trust my close ones either, I suppose I am just paranoid about being alone again, you see I went from loser to popular to confused, and it seems that my friends are the only life line of sanity I have left, yet they fade fast so I am dropping them like eggs and just getting on with my life. I am still on a journey into learning about myself, you see I am bi, but I don..t know what I am, even though I am very feminine.. apparently. And for the record I am not a transsexual or transvestite, I am just purely art.

I feel as if people wont give me a chance or even want to give me a chance, but that..s ok, because I know its their loss, because as much as I don..t show my true colours I am still trying to come out of my shell, I mean my best friend Emma has not seen the real me yet, that..s only because it was myself 6 years ago that made me lack confidence and killed me emotionally. I then came back, but as something I wasn..t, I was some paranoid deluded, self-absorbed android. I was living my life in three rules: Me, make up and fame. I was flawless in my mind, but my flaws then started to show. I was a perfectionist on the outside but empty on the inside, I was closed down and insulting everyone to make myself feel better. God I now sound so depressed, but I actually am not depressed or crazy/creepy, I am just waking up from a sleep.

I am not good at spelling or grammar but I would like to be a writer some day, I don..t mean writing fictional stories. I actually want to write my life story down because I have a lot what has happened to me, in fact I am in the middle of my story, I just need a happy ending then I will write my life so far.

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