It's been a while, like always pt1

It's been a while, like always pt1
Seems I'm fidel to myself after all! It's been a while that I've written on here. I don't know why I stopped, or at least, I think I know why I came back. I love to write, but no one likes to read me. But if I think harder, I find that there's one thing I never did for anybody but me, and it's writting! So, I'm gonna restart. Uhm, I didn't take a look at when was the last time I wrote on here, but I guess it was time ago. What have I been up to then...?...I'm confused about a boy (Shall I say a young man, hehe), my music project are going fine, I change of program for next fall at college, I have finaly all AFI cds (but afireinside EP), I discovered myself another band to adore which is AIDEN: I definetly am gonna get tatooed with an Aiden design!...I want to form a AFI-coverband, I think I'm gonna restart writting a story, but a total different way than the last time. I want it to be my lifestory including my conception of life, dreams and all. It's gonna be Harcorely romanced. However, I lost my inspiration. I'm gonna let myself express its feeling longer another time.

Let's share a cute smile for everyone,
Love,
xXx
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# Postato sabato 28 aprile 2007 15:57

Confession of a Broken Fan pt1

Confession of a Broken Fan pt1
For ages, we've been trying to convince everyone that celebrities are people like you and me. Now that it's understood, they're a little bit more in peace. Fact is, we've been forgotten, the fans, in that story.
For ages, fans have been seen as hysteric people, fake girls and boys who are only trying to look like their idol. But we're more than that and nobody cares. Here I begin my confession.

I'm in love with my idole, I can't deny. I'm in love with him, but not the way you think. I wrote some songs for him. I cry for him. I live for him and I'd die for him. Fact is, I've been worrying for him, but it seems I don't have to. Fact is, it's in my personality.

In his eyes, I'm only a fan. In his eyes, I don't even exist. I would die in a front of him, he wouldn't even notice.

In my eyes, he's a God. In my heart, he's everything. If someone'd screw him up, I'd hit them. Sometimes I wish he was my son. Sometimes I wish he was my friend.

The only thing I would ask from him is not a kiss, I swear. If I could ask him one thing, I'd ask him a chance. A chance to prove who I am. I'd ask him, for once, to forget my status of fan, to see me as a normal girl who wants honestly to know him better, deeper.

I know that if I'd give him a tip, he wouldn't notice and if the same tip was given by one of his friend, he would have listened to them, I know.

I can compare my insane love for him to a prayer and God. Because he's as unreachable as God. I love him, I stay for him, I fight for his Love, but he would never let me show he cares.

I don't want to blame anyone, but to make realize to a lot of you that fans are people like you and him. We have a personality, a life, dreams and hope. However, we're broken by you and your definitions of everything and nothing. The only thing I'm asking now to you is:

Let us Love them as we know how to and let us a chance to at least once reach to them

Bella Edwards
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# Postato martedì 07 novembre 2006 17:31

Modificato sabato 24 marzo 2007 07:15

ANOTHER MOON MAN!

ANOTHER MOON MAN!
THEY WON IT! OH YEAH! THEY WON IT!!!!!!!!

MUCH LOVE TO AFI<3<3<3

# Postato giovedì 14 settembre 2006 16:37

Modificato lunedì 24 dicembre 2007 18:18

A letter I wrote for Davey...I'm still thinking what I wrote

A letter I wrote for Davey...I'm still thinking what I wrote
I fucking need to take the weight off my heart...I am fucking numb...I live as I want..I do what is right in my heart, but!...I am fucking suffering, again...He is perfect...P.E.R.F.E.C.T.!...He is just...all I need...If I was...older...It coulb be...better...If...There is always that motherfucking "IF" in every damn sentences I could say or think...All that shit sucks...It hurts either...Why? I am fucking always feeling so alone...I am sure that I am alone to live...to have to support that shit...I know I am alone...The question is...Why?...Sometimes, I think that, the best person to talk to, about all that, you know, is...Davey himself...Seriously, he is directly concerned...but...Even if I take all my courage to write to him about that...What would he do? Nothing...I don't even think he would take it seriously...Honestly...Why would he mind about me (care about my story) ?...There's no answer...If he'd do, it would just be because of his open heart, generous soul...But, he can get all the support he needs without doing anything...So! why would he worry about A letter...once again, there's no answer...I am just...done...I have nothing to do...I really need help...support...I need understanding...But I just cannot find it...I looked for anywhere!...My friends are there for me, but!...I need more...something deeper...I think...I need to fall in love with someone else than...Everyone...You cannot understand...But I really need it either...

I am destroying my self...in keeping my dreams alive in my head, my heart...As alive as my real life...And that's hard...really...

Something out of the subject, but in at same time...If I could come back in the past...I would erase AFI from my mind and I would just keep my thoughts and my passions...and I would meet the teenage Davey...not Havok...but D.A. Marchand...I would meet the "real" David...no celebrity invisible wall around him (not yet)...only the skateboarder, fan of hardcore...I would come back...fifteen years ago...without knowing anything about him...I would just know what my heart knows...I am sure...That if I could do that...I would be happy...peace, at least...I would be done...

How is it possible? to love someone without knowing that person and then...because you love too much that person and you know that you don't have to, you begin to hate...But that kind of hate that destroys you at same time...Aghhhhh!

How? Why?...I am tired of being me...to look at my face in knowing that nobody is able to see through my eyes...I am always fucking punished for being myself...why?...And I cannot be rescaped by my Angel because in the real world, wings are forbidden...But when I fall in the real world, it hurts more than in my dreams...Because, here, my Angel doesn't know he really is an Angel...And in the real world, his wings are broken anyways...So I'm always hurting myself...And I cannot be healt...because if he knew what he is for me, he would deny me...Is there any choice left to take...none...
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# Postato martedì 21 marzo 2006 21:27

Modificato lunedì 24 dicembre 2007 18:16

Once again!

Once again!
Another blog, I know! I guess i'm kind of addicted! lmao! I think I'm going to have fun. It's been a while that I hear people talking about their "Skyblog" and all, so I said to myself it could be great if I'd get one either. Well, it's done! I hope you'll enjoy!

P.S. I'm going to write the pureness of my feeling in this blog so if you begin to worry about me and the stuff I write, stop to read!

Bloody Jack
xXx
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# Postato domenica 19 marzo 2006 11:23

Modificato martedì 10 luglio 2007 01:45