About

Name: Narineko Emihara (I refuse to give my real name...I don't really like it).

Nicknames: Nana, Nari, Nariko, Narik, Hoshi, Star, Imouto(by very few....), Onee-chan(again by few...), Aspire as well now... and tons more...feel free to call me what you like, as long as it doesn't piss me off. ;3

Hair color: Black, gonna be blue very soon...
Long in the front, short in the back~

Eye color: Blue/green

Likes: Drawing, reading, writing, horror movies, funny movies, odd music, German/Italian/Japanese music, comedy, sleeping...CANDYBETCH :U

Dislikes: Sour candy, spicy foods, chick flicks, romance movies(except...Titanic...), needles, spiders, being alone.

I'm random, spazzy, and fun to be with/talk to. Feel free to start a conversation with me, you might see to enjoy it. Of course, I can be serious if needed, but other than that, a little more laid back now-a-days. I love to draw, obviously anime/manga style. I do have places to improve...definitely...(likeeverywhere).

I do have quite a past behind me. Very few have been told, but I'm tired of people not knowing why I am the way I am.

I moved from Midland, Michigan to Bay City, Michigan when I was about 5. Had I stayed in Midland, my life would be just fine and dandy.

As soon as I got to my class, I knew it'd be hell. ONE person in the whole class talked to me, but even then it was very rarely, so I was alone. Everyone looked to me as if I was different, and always stared at me, as if waiting for me to do some kind of trick for them. They believed me to be unfit to linger in their presence, and that's when it got worse.

Everyone believed I was small and weak, emotionally and physically, so I was easy to pick on.
A few years later I did the stupid thing by bringing a prized stuffed animal to school...something very special to me given to me by my grandmother. It was a stuffed rabbit. A few kids had taunted me and finally stole it from me. I had whined and begged for it back, yet made no move to reach for it. I hadn't really reacted until one kid took the rabbit and ripped the head off. After that, everyone looked down on me even more because now I wasn't afraid to stand up for myself or fight...I learned easily that this was a bad idea.

6th grade rolled around and everything got worse. My Grandfather died. I mean, I had watched him die. Reacted, but very little, so this labeled me as...cold and heartless? I cried, just...didn't tell anyone or cry around them. Not long after that, I woke up to find my Grandmother dead, as well. I hit puberty, entered a new, bigger, school, and lost the few friends I had.

This hell went on for 3 years before I got into high school and was labeled as a "slut" and "whore", just because I dated around a lot. Nothing sexual had happened between me and those men (and women cough), yet people believed there was. Then came rumors...so forth. I lost some very dear friends(which...thank GOD I have back now...I'm sane again...), and was, again, alone. Beaten and raped by my boyfriend, etc.

Then, after meeting the love of my life...I ended up pregnant. Had a miscarriage, which was lucky...but saddening at the same time. And now here I am...my life is a little better, but the thoughts still seem to come and go.

I've rambled on enough. I'll spare you now. -/Runs away with lemur/-