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Fuck everything I've written here in my Bio. Here's my real Biography.
NAME:Caitlin Louise Abadejos
CURRENT AGE: 17
DATE OF BIRTH: June, 14th 2007
HEIGTH: 5'6
WEIGHT: ...Let's not go there, shall we? ¬.¬...
ORIENTATION: Straight.
STATUS: Taken.

Now, let's get down to business.
This is the bases of my life thus far:
I've had my heart ripped out of my very own chest and had it torn to shreds, basically right in front of me by three asswhipes.
Who are these asswhipes?
Specimen # 1
( The most painful and the biggest mistake. )
Joseph Michael Pierce. Icky! How it hurts to even mention his damned name. -_- Anyways, I always called him 'Joe'. Though the first time we dated he insisted that I called him 'Conan' for some weird retarted shit. Which I don't give a FUCK ABOUT! God, I hate you Joey. You broke my heart twice. TWO TIMES. I... wow. I wish you knew how much I hate you now, I really do wish. It's just as much as I loved you except it's hate, hate. But, I hate you waaaaay more than I ever loved you! (Sorry God, but I just can't help myself.) I truly do despise him. He's the one that's fucked with my heart and my mind the most. I know I made mistakes just as him. But at least I can say I was never a pussey! I was never afraid. He ran away when a problem arose. Like when he wanted to break up with me. He'd hang up on me rather than tell me flat out, "It's over." And if he thought he was doing me a favor by not telling me straight out, that's absolute bullshit. Joey, if you ever read this. Which I doubt you ever will, but I truly hope you do. I just want you to know this you mother-fucker, I loved you. More than anything. More than anyone. I would've gave up my life for you or just to fuckin' be with you. And guess what? I did just that. In two different ways. In one way. I gave you ALL my friggin' time. ALL my damn attention, when I could've been with my family. My soul was yours. That's just how much I loved and adored you! And in thee other way: I tried to kill myself. I took 51 pills. Tylenol it was. I would have died that night. I would have. But someone saved me. Someone that I love very much, and always will unlike your sorry ass. I attempted suicide just because you left me. Just because you were out of my life. At the time I thought it showed how much I loved you, but now I realize. That it was plain out stupid. Absolutely stupid. That's all it ever was. Just like being with you, Joseph. Just like being with you. Fuckin' stupid!

Specimen # 2
(The lier from the start.)
Patrick Heritage. This young bastard lied to me from the very start. He told me his name was Jack. Jack Faber. Told me a lot of lies just to get away from talking to me, also a pussey. I met him on Socom, sadly. since I'm lifeless, and only able to snag me a good asshole from the internet. But besides the point. Well, can't say much about this one. 'Cause he's the one I cared less about out of all three. So sad, so glad. That your ass is gone. You fuckin' emo wrist cuttin' bastard. Yeah. I cried a lot in our relationship. But jesus. I had alot to cry about, now didn't I? And yeah, I was a bitch and broke up with you six times in a row, in one day. But hey. I shoulda kept it that way. Rather than have you break my heart, I could've broken yours. You pathetic lying qwueer.

Specimen # 3
(....Fattey.)
Aaron Eugene Mayberry. Now, this one. I'm not going to be too brutal, 'cause we had a great relationship. FUCKIN' FATT ASS. -Being so hypocriticle- Anyways. He was dumb, cute and chubby. Real dumb. Real chubby. But I loved him for who he was. We shared ALOT of common interests. A lot. And we talked everyday. Every single day. I bagged this one just a couple weeks after I got out of the hospital from my suicide temp. I really did love him, and I really thought he was the one. I loved him. So much. But one day, he comes to me. Right after I pick up the phone and say, :"Hey, baby! I missed you!" He tells me this: "Yeah-- blablablblablalblbalbbjlbl I'm sorry, I just don't feel the same way anymore. :(" so... It's over? "Yes, it's over." and that was that. I really don't know what happened, but now I frankly don't care. I do feel used though, cause the night right before he left me he uh.. yeh. Let's not tred in those waters. >.> anyways... Yeah. Hate him. I really do. I hope a tornado hits him in the FACE. TORNADO CAN'T MISS HIS FATT ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ................. Wow, I'm calling him fatt when I'm fatt. <.< I must REALLY hate him. >.>

Well, that is the main stream of my life. These three fuckin' wastes.
Though, I did love them all at one point...
... I just FUCKIN' HATE THEM NOW FOR ALL THE HELL THE DAMNED ME IN!
Oh, I wanted so badly to break up with each of them a certain time in our relationships. But I just couldn't.. But god, how I wish I could go back and be the bad guy. Break their fucking hearts for a change! Maybe JOE would've attempted suicide. Maybe JACK would've cried to me on the phone in the fuckin' cold rain, outside on the porch steps. Maybe AARON will lose some WEIGHT! YEAH RIGHT. KEEP EATING JEN'S BROWNIES! GO ON! YOU CAN'T CONTROL YOURSELF! Mother fucka!

But even though these asswhipes, just about ruined my life.
I learned something from each of their partings.
Joe. From you I learned, no man or human being. Or THING - is worth taking your life for. It's never worth it, never.
Jack. From you, I learned that the truth may not be the truth. Lies may not be lies. What I'm really trying to say is. I learned that you can't TRUST people.
Aaron. I learned from you that well, perfect... isn't perfect. There is no perfect... You can only get close enough, just close enough to almost feel it. But you'll never truly be there.

Never.


So, that's my basic Bio.
But for the real things that count. Like family and friends. That will be in my journal. The things that count, the things that are worth the effort to write about --- will be in my Journal.
I did learn a valuable lesson from these three faggots I DID infact only meet on the internet. ( I know, I'm stupid. Very stupid.) but. I did learn, that my Philosohy... was wrong. You won't find love on the internet. You won't find your one in a faraway place. You won't find your soul-mate at the age of fourteen. Or fifteen. Or sixteen. OR EVEN seventeen. You'll find your soul-mate, when you find your soul-mate. You know when it'll be them. They day, perhaps, you say... "I do."

God, do forgive me for bashing these 'goons' heartlessly'... but. I needed to get it out. I feel a lot better. I do. And I know they'll probably never read it anyway. So it should'nt matter. Though, I want them to. So they could at least, feel just a centimeter --- an ounce of pain. Because they gave me a WORLD of pain. A world. Though, in one way. I do thank them. All three of them. For teaching me many morals. Many... things. I thank them. But only for the sole reason. That they made me a better person today.
Though... Revenge isn't everything. Neither is bashing someone wimply.

The whole purpose of this really. Was just to move on. To find my peace. My closure.

My Happy Ending.~

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