Post by » Exodus on Oct 18, 2007 13:17:28 GMT -5
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They called me Lara-Jayde Moore;;
But I go by Lara-Jayde or Lara;;
Can't you see? I'm female;;
Been here 23 years;;
My current family includes Bella Notché, my kitty and Riffty, my crossbreed mare;;
My ambitions are to buy a townhouse,learn how to make pancakes,find a boyfriend and to breed Bella Notché for kittens.I stand to about 5'7", and weigh around 116lbs. My skin is quite tanned, although I'm full american so it's just the effects of the sun. My face is quite small, but I have a pointed chin. My eyes are rounded, and finely-plucked eyebrows lead down to a flatish curved nose and a petite mouth. My teeth are quite straight, but I don't like to show them off too much. My figure is skinny all the way down and I don't have much of a waist, but this means my legs are long even though I never show skin above the knee. My nails are long and square, and nearly always have designs painted on them. My feet are small at a size four. My natural hair colour is chestnut brown, but recently I started dying it black to match my new style. It reaches my shoulders, and is layered all the way down and straightened. My eyes are grey-blue. For make-up, I use quite heavy liquid eye-liner, and grey or blue eye shadow. I accentuate my lips with usually a natural shade. I tone my whole face with quite a pale foundation, and use a rosy blusher. My clothes consist of dark or black jeans and black or lacy tops, or sometimes dresses.
With friends;; Usually prominent in my group of friends, I likes to make people laugh and stays away from the serious side of things. I'm not usually the one you go to with serious problems, but sI can cheer anyone up and I'm loyal to the last! I'm not afraid to tell my friends the truth, but for them I always make sure they can handle what I've got to say. I'm good at keeping them optimistic because I'm desperate for them to be happy. However, a lot of the time, my jokes are either making fun of people, or playing tricks on enemies for laughs.
With boyfriends;; I'm definitely straight now, although my love life has been very mixed up in the past. I'm not very good at talking to crushes, although if we're in a big group I can just treat them the same as everyone else. However, when I'm actually with someone, I'm fine. I tend to feel totally relaxed with boyfriends, although this doesn't mean I don't joke around like usual. I just like to be around them all the time. This makes a bit clingy, and although I don't show it outwardly, whenever I'm not around them I'm stressing about where they are and who they're with. Still, this makes me loyal. However, I'm susceptable to players because I'm so desperate to be loved by someone.
With strangers;; I'm not naturally drawn to happy, bubbly people who have it easy. Just because I'm a joker, doesn't mean I'm happy. I don't tend to approach people myself; I'm not good at finding the words to start conversations with people I don't know. In that way, I'm quite shy. Having said that, if someone approaches me, I can carry a conversation, and even be quite loud, easily. It's just the first step I'm terrible at. Still, I am trusting and gullible so I don't go by first impressions and always like to see the person again so I can improve their first impression of me better. This is because I can't stand the idea of people hating me.
With enemies;; With people I know and don't like, I'm not afraid to tell it like it is, and I tend to raise my voice. I'm small, so I can't handle fist fights, but I sure can yell at people. Still, it takes quite a lot to make me angry. First, there has to have been a constant annoyance or dormant anger. But, at that stage, anything little can push me over the edge.Well, my parents were fresh out of uni when they had me. They had met in their final year, hit off immediately, and had me. They weren't married, but neither was in a hurry. Of course, with such young parents, problems in the relationship occured within a couple of years. They managed to hold it together, for my sake, until I was seven years old. Then it was goodbye mummy and I lived with my dad, Tim. A year later, we moved in with another woman, Opal. She was really nice to me and I thought we might be a real family again. However, two and a half years later, they had a row and we moved out again, this time to the country where Tim bought me a horse to raise as my own. At that time, I was an avid horse fan and knew everything there was to know, really. The gelding he bought me was old and tired and an easy ride.
I enjoyed living there. Cynthia, Tim's new girlfriend, moved in with her son when I was eleven. Three years later, they got married. My family was complete again. I started to do better in school, too. I had always been bullied for being small, but now I had my older brother, Aaron, to look out for me and my grades started improving some. This was also when I gained confidence in myself and turned from a shy child into a loud teenager. My friends, I kept close, and I got into what they were into. I enevr took drugs, but I enjoyed drinking in the town with them. This was also when I had my first boyfriend, when I was fourteen. He was my first kiss, too. I loved being around him, but he cheated on me. I didn't find out for a while, and even when I did I pretended not to know so I could hold onto him. Still, after a few months he dumped me.
After that, I became close with one of my girlfriends, Cassie. When I had just turned sixteen, I had a romantic relationship with her. We kept it a secret, even from my parents. At first, it was wonderful. Still, we realised that it just wasn't for us and we broke it off after six months. So, I went back to being straight. However, Cassie and I are best friends right to this day. When I was seventeen, I got a proper boyfriend. We were really serious, and it lasted two years. In that time, I got pregnant. I was worried and stressed and still in high-school. I over-worked myself and then had to deal with being dumped by my boyfriend after he found me cheating on him when I was drunk one night. On top of that, my wonderful gelding died of old age and my dad broke up with Cynthia. Eventually, I had a nervous breakdown and threw myself down the stairs.
Needless to say, the baby didn't survive the fall. I got mentally depressed and obssessive. I once tried to overdose. Cassie took me to see a psychiatrist, and I was enrolled on a course of anti-depressants. And, after a year of being in and out of hospital, I was back on my feet and ready to move on. I had to redo my last school year because I'd been off school, but my grades steadily improved and I managed to graduate fine. After that, I decided to go back to working with horses. My dad chipped in to buy me another horse: a stallion that I decided to call Riffty. Cynthia, who I am still in contact with, also bought me a kitten for a late birthday present. I moved away from home, where I now had few friends because I was known as "the mentally ill kid", and I've ended up in New Hope. Can I make myself a new life?.x.... tomorrow cries .x.
