Autobiographize, We all want to know everything about you Options

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Be your own Autobiograhy
One of the things that a lot of people aren't able to do (because they might think it's rude) is be able to express themselves and their achievements directly. It's an artists' nightmare, believe me. There are so many people out there who are reeking with talent, genius, brilliance, but are so unknown and devoid to the world that they aren't appreciated, if at all, noticed. So this is your chance: Say everything about yourself and don't hesitate. If you paint, if you are a genius, if you think your'e hot beyond belief, say it! There are barely any bounds here.

NO NEGATIVE COMMENTS
This is a vital thing: this is what restricts people from it. People are so afraid of making a fool of themselves, that they'd rather not say anything at all. So please, PLEASE, don't say anything that will hurt anyone else's feelings. We only want to know about you, and to say something hurtful is to deny them that feeling that you may hold so dear. So please, if you have something that you'd like to say to them bad, PM it to them, we don't need it here.

[WhiteLotus*]

Oh, yea. I'm bringing back up this topic.

Self-Portrait.

Name: Meghan Moriah M.
D.O.B.: August 6, 1991
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Nationality: Irish, Welsh, Scottish, French,English, Norweigen, Scandanavian.
Birthplace: Torrance, California, USA
Location: Long Beach,California, USA
Likes: Photography, webdesign, theater, food, sleeping, Evanescence, reading, grammar, the color purple, createBlog( I just had to sneak that in. ;p), Coffee, Tapioca Express.
Dislikes: Children under the age of 5, KIISFM, overplayed music, Fantasy and Science fiction genres of books, people who can't type.
Marital Status: I'm happily taken of seventh months almost.
Age: 13, soon to be 14 *woot*
Religion: Catholic. Turned Agnostic when met boyfriend, found the sweet love of Jesus again. However, I question some things still.

Autobiography: I was born in a Catholic hospital in the mid summer of '91. I was supposed to be born on Larbor Day of that year, but I was born premature almost five weeks. My Mom worked as an attorney and my Dad was a carpenter/mechanic. When I was 3, my brother was born and...everything changed. My dad became more distant and cold, and mom learned that alchohol is a person's way of escaping the world. At 5, I went to Kindergarten. I felt kind of lonely because I was the only kid that didn't go to preschool ever. Mom didn't want me to. I met this guy named Keith and I guess I developed a little crush on him. Flashing foward to 3rd grade, I was finally in the Gifted and Talented class. Not to brag or anything, but I was the smartest person in third grade. I went to the library all the time during lunch. I was considered the nerd, and again I really didn't have any friends. In 4th grade, Keith was in my class again and that little crush grew into something more than a little crush. It was infatuation. Fourth grade was fun, but I finally had friends, and I got into trouble a lot for talking a lot. Who's to blame for not having a social life for so long? Fifth grade, I had finally met my first best friends. Then there were these rumours that Keith liked me back, so I was in high hopes. Sadly enough when fifth grade ended, Keith went to a different school, and I had my first and biggest heartbreak ever.
Middle school was foreign to me, but I was sort of happy that Keith was out of my life. I could concentrate more and more on my studies. I don't quite remember much of that year. It really wasn't distinct. The summer entering seventh grade was really difficult for me. I had grown really attatched to my friends, and I didn't see any of them over the summer. My Mom's alchohol problem got worse and worse, and she eventually started abusing me and my brother. She would drink almost every day and the abuse would just get worse and worse. I drifted away from my Dad even more, and then I started getting thoughts that he didn't love me. I think that's when I started getting thoughts about suicide. I couldn't wait until seventh grade started. Seventh grade overall was the funnest year of my life. I had friends, I was the teacher's pet ( well actually I've always been my language teacher's pet), and everything was just perfect...at school. Home life was so hectic for me. I couldn't take it anymore. Seeing problems as with the summer ebtering seventh, my suicidal rage grew out of hand. I started cutting ( well, more like scrtaching) myself. Eighth grade started, and I was more developed. I tried smiling so hard, but with problems at home just ate me up inside. When nobody was looking, I cried. I've tried to commit suicide four times this year. But my hopes got up when I regain my friendship in a long lost friend. He really gave me hope and he made me feel sorta better. I grew really fond to him, and he eventually became my boyfriend. Though I am still young, I found love. No one has ever procted me with a veil of love and protection so much.
Since I have been with him, the last seven months of my life have been truly happy and I would never trade them for anything. Everything seems perfect again, minus home life ( which has been slightly better..Mom doesn't abuse me as much anymore, I think my Dad loves me now....), and I got accepted into the smarty-smart teaching academy I applied to.

And here I am now writing a biography which probably no one will read.
Okay, I think that's it..Yea I'm done now.

Oh. I'm not an artist, but I have some poems I've written.