That perfect was mine.

My name Ariel- Ariel Grace Tomson, I'm 16 livening a lie. Livening in my head, where things are incredible, I surround my self with dreams, I dream while I'm talking, while I'm walking, while I'm doing nothing at all.

But the possibility of a dream Coming true makes life that much more interesting. Well that's not reality... I wish though, but yea I'm quite unexrodinary.

I have gold blonde, straight silk hair, but my bands are layers so it crosses over one eye and stays above the other. Some parts are longer then others. Its called scene hair, I like it. bright crystals blue eyes. Freckles around my cheeks and nose, some of them strayed in different places along my face. My nose is small like a button. I have a soft light pink shade of lips that curve down like I was born with a frown. Crooked teeth, small forehead. And big cheeks. For the rest of my body I'm small, but not too small a little under average, I'm a boney child, not cause I don't eat just I don't know happens that way. I kinda have that spunk feature, more tom boy look. I usually where the darks, black gray, blue ect. But I throw different colors in there sometimes.

I go to linkin park high school. Where people are very oblivious and idiotic. I isolate myself from most people, but still never really bother to talk or see people in. At that I'm not a lonley child, I have a group of people I hang out with, kinda Atleast, too long though they nauseate and annoy me. So I don't stick around long. But that's me I'm a broke person where my voids are real deep and depression runs though my vains, feels numb to me now for the most part, my happiness is the more shady side of my memory .

I used to be bullied a lot by the kids in middle school. They would call me "fat", "ugly","stupid", they would also tell me I "should die, kill myself". It got so bad they started hitting me-My mom and dad would not have even come far enough to notice. Who cares they don't give two two shits about.?? It's a questionable topic.- there words still echo in my head, where the self-of-steam lives mosly dead or Atleast believing the things my mind tells me. It's also a dark place there.

I have really never been good enough. A failure to humanity, worse of the wores, despicable. At least that's what I let myself believe.My parents hate me, I don't have much real friends, mabey none at all for that matter. Usually my friend ships with people start off with there problems and stay that way, cause they don't care enough about me or what I have to say about myself, that thought was kinda selfish but I'm just a spare part people use then get rid off with something better, irreplaceable comes along.

That's not all of my life but the most part I grief about

There's no point going on and on about the way I was mislead by guys, had my heart broken, the fights my mom and dad have or had after he walked out, getting beat if I did something wrong, got molested as a child, how I cut my skin for the feeling of pain relief, there's no point. Never has never will.

But this is the story about how a guy finally made me feel like I was good enough, finally made me feel important, that finally noticed me. This is where the journey between the two of us starts, but it is also the beginning of me becoming happy. Life finally began to mean something. That perfect was mine for all eternity. Ready to hear it? Maybe you can be another one to stick around awhile.