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everything is black and white and slightly marilyn monroe-esk. my friends and i are in this huge mansion like house and one by one my friends start getting murdered. they're were gun shots to the head, stabbings, all very bloody and gory. then it's down to only me in the house. i'm scared out of my mind. and all of my friends have been murdered. and then i see this guy in my house. he has this familiar feeling but i'm still apprehensive. he approaches me and i run. i run and try to hide. but he finds me. and then i get murdered. but i have this out of body thing like i'm seeing my own murder in my dream. he catches me on the staircase. he ties me to the banister with some sort of rope. and i can't move. then he pulls out a knife and starts to stab me. over and over again in my stomach. the blade goes through my body. my murder was the most brutal out of all. and then i see myself bleed out and die. then i finally see the mans face (because i'm still watching it in an out of body sort of like thing). he looks up and i see that he resembles my ex boyfriend. then he smiles and places a red rose near my body. the red of the rose was the only color i saw in the whole entire dream.

this dream still freaks me out like no other. i've had it more than once.

i'm leah. i'm a singer and a songwriter. and though i'm only almost fifteen i'm trying to make that work for me, without full support from my parents. they say they're trying to prepare me incase i don't make it big. but honestly, i have what it takes to get there right now at this minute in time. music is what i live for.

i'm not practical, i'm emotional. i live on impulse. my head is in the clouds, but i still have my feet on the ground. i don't hold things back. i think that's something more people need to learn how to do. say what they are really feeling instead of handing out some half thought out lie. people who are brutally honest appeal to me the most. i hate when people need to sugarcoat things.

i'm looking for real friendship. someone i really relate to, a strong person. someone who understands me. but mostly someone like myself. i know who i am, but i've never met someone quite like me. and maybe that's because i'm unique and maybe that's because i haven't really looked that hard. i'm sick of "fake friends". it's either you like me or you don't. and if you don't like me, don't stick around. it's as simple as that. i don't see why people don't understand that. if you don't like who someone has become maybe it's just time to let go.

i'm unconventional and damn proud of it. i don't do things to please people, i do things to please myself. if i want to do it, i do it regardless of if i'm going to get hurt or whatever anyone else thinks. i act silly cause it's more fun than being serious. there's a time and place for being serious and it's not every minute of every day. having fun is important to me. do what you want and fuck the rest.

i'm passionate. passion brings excitement. and excitement spices things up. i love it when you don't know what's going to happen next and the nervousness and excitement of what's to come keeps you on edge. the feeling that you might fall off the cliff but you might catch yourself before you do.

smiles and laughter make my world go round. i think everyday should consist of plenty of both. being sad is never any fun. i dislike being sad very incredibly much. a smile can change someone's day. i think everyone deserves a smile and a hello, no matter how much you like or dislike them.