Alright, complete clean out of my profile. I only just now realized how childish it sounded.

Name: You may call me Tomoe.
Age: 14
Status/Current Position: Lazy, unmotivated, depressed feeling artist. I'm not emo, though. Try slightly nerdy, with a hidden side, and far too much apathy for my own good. An Outsider, if you will. One who doesn't belong to a set group, but who instead hangs on the fringes of life.
Best words to describe myself: I am a pyrophobic pyromaniac. If anyone is unsure as to what this means, (and many are) just drop a comment. I'll explain then.


I sometimes have irrational fears. But they terrify me all the same.
I used to (and still sometimes do) worry about whether or not my friends still like me. Do they still want to be my friend?
Now that we're in highschool, and I see less and less of them, the fear has gotten stronger.
I can't stand to let go, but sometimes I feel as if they aren't trying all that hard to hold on.


I collect quotes, oh so very many quotes. Here are a few of my favorites. How do they make you feel?

"A thousand words could not bring you back;
I know because I tried.
A thousand tears could not bring you back;
I know because I cried."

"Will you always attend my midnight tea parties,
As long as I set your place?
And if one day your sugar sit untouched,
Will you have Gone Forever?"

"...Why are these my favorite things?
I don't want to move on.
You never know your favorite things,
Until the day they're gone."


I also used to have a pet rabbit. He was my best friend, my confidant, my brother. His name was Quiver, and when he was around, I felt whole. I could tell him thing I could never tell my parents; secret dreams, worries, and fears. He was always there for me.
And then suddenly, he was gone. I couldn't see him anymore, he would never sit with me and listen while I told him my worries about my friends.
(Do they still like me? I used to ask. )

I hope that explains the extraordinarily depressing quotes above. Happy things just aren't happy since he died.
And now one of our cats has followed him...
I get the feeling that I'll never be completely whole again.

...I sound like such an emo. If you know me, though, you know I act far differently than this profile suggests.
...How strange. I suppose I have avoidance issues, or something.