I don't have one, please stop asking.

If I get another message asking why I didn't leave a message on your page I swear someones getting a pineapple up the ass. The kicker is half of these people visit your page first and don't say a damn thing, but get pissy when you don't say something back. So here is my FYI that I'll say only once. I personally page hop a lot this is quite frequently out of boredom. However, here are a few reasons I don't leave messages.

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1. You TELL me to leave a message. Ok I'll bite, I'm TELLING you to go violate yourself with a spork.

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2. I am the owner of an IMVU magazine that frequently interviews users and developers. I check these people out before we interview them. If you see me on your page more than once that is probably the reason.

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3. Your special someone looks like the type of guy/girl that'll whine for me being on your page. As if my appearing in your visitors panel automatically means I want your pixels. Umm no.

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4. I was browsing and your av picture was intriguing, therefore I clicked it.

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5. I like your page and think your talented thus causing me to debate if I want to see if you offer artistic services for those times I'm lazy and if you do, then do I want to spend 'x' amount of money paying for it. Usually as with this current layout I do them myself.

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6. I simply have nothing to say. I hate when people leave post that say hi. That's a waste of space, how do you respond to that? Bye?

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7. I didn't mean to go to your page in the first place. lol Accidental click damnit!

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8. I saw you in a group/forum and you seemed interesting. Therefore I'm only visiting to satisfy my curiosity.

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9. You seem like a rude sumbish on your page and I don't want to talk to you.

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If you don't like it then block me. I'm not positive but I'm pretty sure that it won't hurt me. This concludes our current public service announcement.

I am
Torn in between the feelings that curse my soul and flood my body and tainting every thought of action
I am
Love lost fading into a bottomless chasm left to the feasting spiders to rot and gnaw at the bone
I am
Sliced into pieces as my cold flesh burns with a new fire warm liquid trickling down painting the white floors of time
I am
Every warm droplet that cascades down the flush cheeks of a hurt woman her eyes glossed
I am
Uncontrollable rage deafening the world what soft tongue lashes those who road block the way
I am
Alone in the dark curled into a dingy corner hands caressing the cold stone that has become my friend
I am
Past back to haunt your soul to take from you what should have never been stolen from me
I am
The smile dancing across your face as your heart pounds through your chest
You are
The friend with warm hands to pick me up when every time I have fallen
I am
The last breathe escaping between trembling lips feeling gorgeous in your arms and every piece of me ripped to shreds
I am
Beautifully broken