I’m Rhiannon, but you can call me Annie.
I see you’ve stumbled upon my profile, so I suppose you might want to know a few things.
Well, let’s see; I’m twenty years young;
I blow out the candles on January 14th.
I live in Canada & moved here from England when I was nine.
Music is my passion; I live for it. Life without music isn’t life at all;
I like all sorts of music, as the lyrics express things we cannot.
My favourite bands are; Blink 182, The All-American Rejects, All Time Low, Boys Like Girls, The Cab, A Day To Remember, Ed Sheeran, Hedley, Marianas Trench, & many others!
I’ve been through a lot over the years, but I’m still here, breathing, so I suppose that’s a big accomplishment.
♥ IT MAKES ME SO SAD, That WITTY PROFILES is no longer the website it used to be. This website used to be my sanctuary; Where I could escape my reality & focus on those suffering the same. I miss writing personal quotes & recieving so much support from this family that I had on here. I wish I could turn back the clocks, back to when I stumbled upon Witty Profiles back in 2008. But Time Changes Everything ! SO If Anyone Would Like To Talk,Please Do Not Hesitate To Message Me.
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.. Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene. One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days, weeks and months passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
NO I'm not a b*tch. I've been through so much, and after a while, I just started not caring as much. I put a wall up; not to keep people out, but to keep myself from people who intend to hurt me. I cared way too much about people who barely knew I existed. After so long, I got tired of not being cared about. So, I guess you could say I'm just a bit bitter. But I am not a b*tch; just hurt, that's all.
SO, No Boyfriend November went well. Shall I prepare for Don't Date December? Just me January? Forever alone February? No man March? Abstinent April? Maasturbation May? Just Giving Up June? Just My Hand July? Always Alone August? Scxless September? Only Me October?