ok so my name is Lorelei. (say: Lor-ill-eye *or* Lor-uh-lie)
im a slow worker. i know, i know, but you'll get used to me. if i had the chancee to be a model, i would; only if the world would allow a 5'5'' avreage sized teen with a pretty face take that spot. unfortunately, it wont. so im stuck with a paper and pencil, ink and parchment, canvas and acrylic. its all i got, so i'll work with it for now.

im lonely, stressed, sad and depressed. i cant seem to do anything about it. i live in a family of 8, divorced parents and an adopted cousin. damn my life is screwed up. if i was in a category, it'd be the *not quite emo* one. only cause of my looks.

hey, i got a wacom.

anyone wanna play twister?

ps heres a short poem that i wrote for another deviant's pictures. its ok i guess but i wanted to share it:

"as the winds grow scarce and the leaves fall to the ground, her soft whisper tickles my ear. Push her tender body away with one last "I love you," but I swear never to love again. If fortune could kill, she'd have killed mankind, for my fate has brought me to this excruciating point. Why can't I help this sudden pain, and cure my everlasting longing? All life is here in my arms, quickly fall out of grace, she leaves. Please dont forget to remember me."