I am so twisted up inside. No, I dun mean my intestines are tangled. I mean that I have severe affections.

Severe I tell you.

So severe that I feel like begging money off of people or hitch-hiking or something.

Being...... dangerous.

Of course I'd carry with me my giant blade of death which I love immensely. I even had it sharpened for use.

I'm vair sad. Not depressed, just sullen I suppose.

I am frustrated with people.

I attract the attentions of the unwanted and am not noticed by those I am attracted to.

Except in certain cases, such as you Blake, if you're reading this.

There is something wrong with people.

I've realised as I have countless time and again that people are morons. Absolute morons.

Not in the sense that they are dumb, it the choices they make.

The interactions that they do.

Absolute idiots I tell you.

If you're a moron and you're reading this, improve yourself will you?

YAAY! My diary is sad and empty. I've been trying to make it so all day. That makes me happy all over. 

I've been told I'm gifted in the tongue department. And before all you perverts jump in and scream, I mean linguistically.

I am quite the linguist.

Yes. It makes me happy all over. Like right here... *Plays with belly button*.

Mmm.... my fascination as of late and still will be for who knows how long is such a spectacular example of the beauty of genetics. And for you religious types, God. She is, as she always has been, fantastic. A Poem of Flesh.

Beautiful words describing beauty beyond comparison that has been molded into a human being. 

On a lighter note....

I oft lay wond'ring at night what my fate shall be. There are so many choices, decisions, to be made that will decide my future. Such as, if I run off after high school, leaving all former ties behind, and travel the world as a nameless face and then end up settling down to become uber bohemian chick. Or joining the circus.... I would love to follow around Cirque de Sole as a circus roadie. Contortionists are so very cool. I could very well end up being a wife and mother by the time I'm thirty *Feels horror*. With luck, that won't happen.

I am Roxxy, I am very lucky.

Hmm, my name does not seem to fit here on Elftown anymore. I have become Tok in my own right. *Feels immense pleasure*.

My one desire right now is to go and see the object of my affection. My heart's desire. My inspiration. And for some reason it is in Oregon. How lucky for me. ^^

I need a car and money for gas. Anything beyond that and I don't care. I dun care if I have to walk half-way. It would all be worth it in the end. I dun care if I have to sleep in a gutter or anything. I really dun care.

Would you?

No. No you wouldn't.