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    Dark logic, Dove chocolate, things that rhyme my dear,
    Goofing off, Gruesome stories, that sort of thing,
    Texting, PMing friends, worries that easily dissapear,
    Bad grammar=guilty as charged, music with a fast beating,

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  1. So... I'm kinda new to this but I'm going to give it a go. At my school, everyone knows me. I'm the "emo" chic. Personally, I see no need to label me like a soup can. However, if you try explaining that to the imbecliles who attend my school it goes in one ear and out the other. All of the students at Brinkley High are idiots, every single one of them. Unfortuately however, I was heading there in an hour. I'd been lucky enough to get out of there for a year, after I was singled out and beaten by the preppy chics in the school. My father had imediately put me in a private school, but the private school had closed down, and so now I was headed back. Brinkley is the ultimate definiton of "Living Hell". I pulled on a black AcDc t-shirt with ripped skinnies and my old beat up pair of Chucks. Smearing eyeliner around my eyes, I tried to think of possible questions that the preppy snobs would ask, while giving me their best glare(although, it's hard to be intimidating when you look like Barbie); "Hey, freak, are you part racoon or something? Your make-up really fooled me." "Hey loser, did you just exit the grave or something?" "Hey idiot, why don't you go kill yourself or something?No one likes you anyways." And then, like any genius, I had a comeback for each and every one of those questions. 'Hey Barbie, are you part dog? 'Cause you're kind of a..." "Hey sweetheart, yes I did actually, and I'm seriously craving brains. Don't worry though, you're safe." "Because I at least have a chance at living a great life, you on the other hand, are untalented and hopeless, no matter what daddy says. You shouldn't always believe what papa says, like when he tells you you're pretty." Yeah, I'm kind of mean. But trust me, you have got to know how to be a little fiesty otherwise everyone will walk all over you and you'll never get anywhere in life. Trust me on this one. I've been going through this for 15 years, I should know by now. Not to mention the fact that I've been walked on for most of my life until I decided enough was enough. Now, I like myself, and I refuse to let some idiots ruin that for me. "Sarah! Get your butt down here, or you'll miss the bus again!" My stepmother yelled. Muttering some obscene things, I stormed down the stairs, grabbed my backpack, and continued out the door. Prepare yourself Brinkley, I'm baaaaack, and worse than ever before. So what do you people think? Where do I need to improve, and should I continue?
  2. Well, the previous owner of Tamatoshu2 turned 17, and so she gave this account to me, her lil sis. I hope y'all don't mind. c:

  3. Um, busy. With friends and stuffs

  4. I thought you died....



  6. Tamatoshu2


    As friendships go, And they fade, All I know, Is I hope you stay, When my life, brings me down, You melt the strife, and remove the frowns, You remove the clouds, And put up a sun, You make life loud, You make life fun, Time is fun and sweet, when it's with you, I feel complete, As I leave too soon, With every hug, and every smile, I feel your love, My life is worth while, So while some friendships fade away, I know for sure that you'll stay, Until your eyes close for an eternal sleep, I'll be there for you, and you for me
  7. Run little ghostie run! Don't let pacman -(chomp) never mind >.



  10. Suuuure... and okie

  11. Ah, u already did.

  12. And u haz to post in the rp :D

  13. No i wuz, really.

  14. Sure you were... xP Sorry