"Dressed up like a car crash; my wheels are turning but I’m upside down. That’s the funny thing, when you can stop, you don’t want to – and when you want to stop, you can’t."---- JULIET ISABELLA O’MALLEY.IF YOU WANT MORE OF THIS WE CAN PUSH OUT, SELL OUT, DIE OUT. SO YOU’LL SHUT UP AND STAY SLEEPING WITH MY SCREAMING IN YOUR ITCHING EARS. I’M SO SICK, INFECTED WITH WHERE I LIVE – LET ME LIVE WITHOUT THIS EMPTY BLISS – SELFISHNESS. I’M SO SICK. jules. nineteen. female. susan coffey. lower class.energy blasts"So what? You want to hear about my ability? If I knew the intricate details I would tell you, but I don’t. But I guess I’ll tell you a little about my ‘gift’. It’s been this way for as long as I can remember, which is pretty young unfortunately. It starts when my heart rate picks up, the bile rising in my throat. Happiness, anger, sadness – it’s all the fucking same. You get me too excited, too happy – it’s sparks. I can feel the tingling all over my body, that strange warmth that spreads to the surface, usually my fingertips first and bam! A little spark. Kind of like little fireworks out of my hand. Sadness. Same deal, but instead of a spark, this is more of a prickle. Makes a really odd crackling noise, and tends to fizzle pretty quickly. Anger. Ah, my personal [i]favourite. You piss me off, get ready for one hell of a show. This one builds up, and explodes. The tingling, the prickling – and then BAM – full-body light show. Not the best thing to happen when some knob-jockey grabs your ass in the club and you lose it. It makes quite a spectacle, no? It’s not all fun and games light show though. After the really big attacks I usually end up passing out, or just super tired – which is really not fun. The other not-fun things? Can’t control this shit yet. So when it happens it happens. Can’t stop or start it – I just get to go with the flow. Heroin, and pills keep my emotions semi-neutral – but it’s getting harder to keep on an even keel lately. You want to know more about me? Fuck off. You don’t. Everyone has a story – I just choose not to publically distribute mine. -----------------------------"[/i]raph, nineteen.I’m Raph! I live in little old middle-of-nowhere Australia. No I do not have a kangaroo – they’re fucked. Emus? Even worse. And I uh…absolutely LOVE this site so far! I found it through Cait. Because she’s a boss like that. TEMPLATE BY LILY (HER MAJESTY'S FINEST.) AT ATF