Author has written 3 stories for Naruto, and Danny Phantom.
I'm sorry but my internet is currently down, but I'll try to update ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wheeeee! Hey, I'm lemmesee! mwah
I'm female, somewhere between 10-40 years old, and have an obsession with reading (yaoi for sure...shaddup Meg). I warn everyone: I'm weird and annoying, hence the name of the "lemmesee." If I'm mad at anyone, I can bother you (the person) to infinity. Yes, I'm that special.
Sometimes, I go into rants. They are long and boring and I go into topics that are unrelated. I once went to how: no one listened to me; to: the colors of the rainbow...I actually have no idea how I did that...
So I've started to come up with stories...but don't expect nothing right away. I'm one hellauva procrastinator.
My current obsessions are Harry Potter, One Piece, and yaoi...or slash, whichever.
Don't you dare diss the male luvin'!
But I won't feel offended if you hate/loath my stories. I have fun writing them, and sorry, but that's really all that counts or matters! Of course I haven't posted anything yet, but just as future refrence!
Top Ten Reasons on How To Know You're Obessesed With Fanfiction:
1.) If your parents want to find you, they look where ever there's a computer!
2.) You start quoting lines from any random fic
3.) In a power outage, you cuss out the computer when it turns off
4.) When you are supposed to be off the computer, you drift around the house lost
5.) You feel an inexplicable drawing towards the computer
6.) You accidently write Fanfiction as a final's answer
7.) You just found out someone in your family died...a year ago. When they told you, you were on Fanfiction
8.) You sulk whenever you are kicked off of Fanfiction
9.) When there's traffic, or the computer can't find server, you bang your head repeatedly
and 10.) When a friend tells you there's a life beyond fanfiction, you blink and say, "What are you talking about?"
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If you could read that put it in your profile!!!!!
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this if you think homophobia is wrong. And I do. Nobody has the right to judge someone on who they love. Anyone that does judge doesn't deserve to be human!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking," God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms
If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have no soul!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
..DADDY IT HURTS
My name is Chris
I must be stupid
I wish I were better
I cant do a wrong
When I’m awake I’m all alone
I just heard a car
I try to hide
He finds me weeping
He slaps and hits me
He’s already locked it
I fall to the floor
'I’m sorry!', I scream
The hurt and the pain
And he finally stops
My name is Chris
And you can help
Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know what to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good! If you are weird and proud of it, copy this into your profile!
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