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(no subject) [Feb. 27th, 2009|03:32 pm]
Edwina Kelsey Henry
you say you want a revolution, well you know, we all want to change the world




××× in a glimpse
call me Eddie.
i was born on february 2nd
making me 20
i am a lady
but i want other ladies
it's a living a waitress at a vegan cafe

××× on the outside
windows to the soul dark brown
flowing free short, and naturally blonde, usually with random colored streaks in it
all of me short and little... i think petite is the term?
pins septum, ears (stretched really big)
and ink none

××× on the inside
plus likes
minus dislikes
get away fears
shhh secrets


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relationships None...
i am zeal

freedom's rough, so we take our stand and fight for tomorrow
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(no subject) [Aug. 30th, 2008|12:11 am]
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Sefton Jackson Morris
i'm all that you see, you want to see, so come and dance with me michael 




××× in a glimpse
call me Jack. Just Jack 
i was born on january 7th
making me 20
i am a dude
but i want boys, girls, I love 'em all 
it's a living sales clerk at a shoe store 

××× on the outside
windows to the soul green
flowing free bleached white-blonde, moderate length and stylish 
all of me a little on the short side, otherwise average
pins my tongue 
and ink zero

××× on the inside
plus likes
minus dislikes
get away fears
shhh secrets


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relationships Blister's my brother. Unfortunately. 
i am chastity

here i come when i oughta go, i say yes when i oughta say no
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(no subject) [Jul. 13th, 2008|03:03 pm]
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Hector Adriano Argado
this fire is out of control, i'm gonna burn this city, burn this city




×××                         in a glimpse
call me Heck
i was born on march 30th
making me 17
i am a boy
but i want other boys
it's a living i have a part time job at a car wash

×××                      on the outside
windows to the soul green
flowing free reddish-brown, relatively short and wavy
all of me short, with a thin lanky frame
pins none
and ink also none

×××                        on the inside
plus likes
minus dislikes
get away fears
shhh secrets


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relationships My best friend Nine. Other than that, I don't have many friends.
i am chastity

stop whispering, start shouting 
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(no subject) [Jul. 12th, 2008|08:27 pm]
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 Isaac Warren Steele
we're all the same, we're all the same, but i am the killer




×××                         in a glimpse
call me Scab
i was born on june 24th
making me 27
i am a male
but i want either or
it's a living i only take the occasional odd job when necessary

×××                      on the outside
windows to the soul acid green
flowing free brown with traces of black dye, long-ish, curls at the tips
all of me average height, unnoticeable muscle tone
pins none
and ink a black arrow under my right eye

×××                        on the inside
plus silence, sleeping, smoking, nature, chocolate-covered espresso beans
minus people, crowded places, cities, traffic, my family
get away that i'll be stopped
shhh I think about comitting suicide sometimes, and ending this pathetic existence


× deceitful 
        When I first meet someone, on the rare occassions when I speak to others of course, I come off as a suave, charming gentleman. I'm pleasant, personable, and an all-around wonderful guy. On the inside however, I'm usually thinking of the most painful way to kill the person I'm talking to. But unless you could read my mind, it'd be impossible to tell.
× cruel
        I'm a serial killer. And when I go to kill someone, I don't usually do it quickly. I draw it out, make them suffer, just to keep myself entertained. I deliberately to out of my way to cause more pain or discomfort for others. Just for kicks.
× manipulative
        I can make people do or say what I want them to. I can't control them by any means, but by saying the right things and acting the right way, I can manage to get the response I want out of them. The most obvious example of this is how I make everyone I meet think I'm a friendly, regular guy. Which I'm obviously not.
× intelligent 
        I'm not just some bloodthirsty maniac who runs around killing people whenever they have the urge. I'm always very calm and calculated about it. I'm ridiculously smart, and did exceptionally well in high school. I probably would of done really well in college too, if I'd have gone. Which I easily could have. But instead I use my intelligence to get away with murder. After all, I haven't been caught yet, have I?

×××                     bits and pieces
× I was born as the youngest of four brothers. They raised me after my father was killed and my mother took off. They didn't turn out very good either. I haven't spoken to them for over ten years, but the last I heard, my oldest brother was in jail while the twins were selling illegal weapons and drugs. Or something like that.
× My father was a cop. He ended up being a dirty cop though, and got involved with a dangerous drug lord. He eventually did something to piss him off, and ended up getting killed. I don't really pity him though. He deserved it.
× In my opinion, human beings have fucked up. They're stupid and needlessly destructive, and are due for extinction. The entire race makes me sick. Which is why I don't feel so bad about killing so many people.
× When I was fifteen I ran away from home, and started hitchhiking randomly around the country. I'm still moving around a lot, without any set destination.
× The randomness of my methods and travelling makes it nearly impossible for me to get caught. I mean, I've been suspected a couple times, but I've never been arrested.
× I've never really had a steady job. All the money I need, I take off the people I kill. That doesn't mean I kill them specifically to rob them. I just take what I need once they're dead.


relationships None. At all. I move around too often and hate people too much to make friends.
i am pride

i drag you down, i use you up, mr. self-destruct
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(no subject) [Jul. 12th, 2008|03:42 pm]
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Natalie Caroline Wright
believe me natalie, listen natalie, this is you're last chance




×××                         in a glimpse
call me Nine
i was born on april 29th
making me 22
i am a girl
but i want the boys and the girls
it's a living working at a CD store

×××                      on the outside
windows to the soul light blue; left eye is paler
flowing free brown with dark red streaks, chin length
all of me average height and weight
pins one in each ear is all
and ink none

×××                        on the inside
plus music, headphones, working at a cd store, sushi, rain
minus drugs, overly loud people, talking about my past, conflict, rap
get away that people will judge me based on my past
shhh sometimes (very, very rarely) I think about doing drugs again, if only to make myself feel complete again


× loyal 
        I'd pretty much do anything for the people I care about. Even if it means going out of my way to do it or inconveniencing myself. I'd stick up for them no matter what, too. Basically I care more about my friends than anything else in my life. They're the most important things in my life. And I treat them accordingly.
× non-confrontational
        I hate arguments, fighting, or conflict of any kind. They upset me and make me horribly anxious. Generally, I go out of my way to avoid them. I'm always the first to compromise to avoid a disagreement, and if the conflict doesn't even have anything to do with me, I'll distance myself from it. If it's between two friends of mine, I'll make an effort to help them reconcile, but if that doesn't work, I'll leave them to it and remove myself from the situation entirely.
× quiet 
        I'm not an overly social person.I generally mind my own business and keep mostly to myself. This makes it hard for me to make a lot of friends, but I don't mind so much. If someone else approaches me and starts a conversation however, I'm friendly enough and easy to get along with, if a little on the shy side.
× incomplete 
        Ever since leaving the clinic, it feels like I left behind a part of myself. Drugs took up such a huge part of my life, without them in it anymore, there's this huge void. Like there's something missing from my life. This doesn't mean I want to go back to drugs, not in a million years, but I guess I'm still looking for something to fill that space with instead.

×××                     bits and pieces
× In high school I experimented a lot with drugs. For no particular reason, just for the thrill of it. Unfortunately, it resulted in my being addicted to heroin by the time I graduated.
× A couple months before my twentieth birthday, I checked myself into an addictions clinic, where I spent almost two years cleaning myself up. It was worth it though, because I'll never touch drugs again. Ever.
× I moved to the opposite end of the city after I got out of the clinic, just to distance myself from my old life and make it easier to move on. Leaving everything behind was terrifying, but I'm glad I did it.
× Due to some random birth defect, I'm almost completely blind in my left eye. To make matters worse, what vision I do have with my right eye kind of sucks, so I have to wear glasses.
× I now live in a small appartment by myself, except when Heck decides to stay, which he does sometimes when its cold out.
× I don't like talking about my past. When people ask me why I moved, I just tell them I needed a change. I never mention the clinic. Only the people closest to me know about that part of my life. I even wear long sleeves all the time, to hide the old needle tracks on my arms.


relationships Heck's been my closest friend since just after high school, he's the only one I kept in contact with while in the clinic. I left everyone else behind when I moved.
i am humility

well we'll float on, good news is on the way

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The bitter alcoholic. [Dec. 16th, 2007|06:47 pm]
  

The drunk kid, the catholic...


Korey Oscar Finn 



 


Behind the Curtain
they call me :: . 
it's a living :: . 
born as :: .
i desire :: .
candles on the cake :: .


Just a Figment
window to my soul :: .
flowing free :: .
all of me :: . 
this skin of mine :: .
the marks i carry :: .


Inside the Mind
the love :: .
the hate :: .
the fear :: .
locked away :: . 

purely me :: .

only a memory :: . 




stuck in my head :: "Sober", by Tool
written in ink :: darkolivegreen 




...they're all about the same.

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The flirtatious sex addict. [Dec. 16th, 2007|04:00 pm]
 

Here I come when I better go...


Sefton Jackson Morris 



 


Behind the Curtain
they call me :: Jack. Just Jack. 
it's a living :: I write for an advice column in the campus newspaper. 
born as :: Of the male pursuasion.
i desire :: Boys and girls.
candles on the cake :: Nineteen.


Just a Figment
window to my soul :: Muddy brown.
flowing free :: Black and messy.
all of me :: I'm a little shorter than average, and pretty normal in the weight department. 
this skin of mine :: Normal?
the marks i carry :: None.


Inside the Mind
the love :: .
the hate :: .
the fear :: .
locked away :: . 

purely me :: .

only a memory :: . 




stuck in my head :: "Song", by Artist
written in ink :: orangered 




...I say yes when I ought to say no.

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The promiscuous advice columnist. [Dec. 8th, 2007|08:05 pm]
 

You are everything...


Amelia Caroline Adams 



 


Behind the Curtain
they call me :: Amelia. Or Mea, I suppose, if four sylables is too much for you. 
it's a living :: I write for an advice column in the campus newspaper. 
born as :: A lady.
i desire :: Gentlement.
candles on the cake :: Twenty.


Just a Figment
window to my soul :: Plain blue.
flowing free :: Dyed black and layered, about shoulder length.
all of me :: I'm tall, and relatively slim. 
this skin of mine :: A little pale, I guess.
the marks i carry :: I have a quill tattooed on the back of my left shoulder.


Inside the Mind
the love :: .
the hate :: .
the fear :: .
locked away :: . 

purely me :: .

only a memory :: . 




stuck in my head :: "Song", by Artist
written in ink :: darkturquoise




...you are nothing at all.

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The schizophrenic genius. [Sep. 9th, 2007|01:55 pm]

Help me call the doctor...


Zachary Edward Stevens 



 


Behind the Curtain
they call me :: Zak. And it has to be spelled like that, too. 
it's a living :: College student. Majoring in math. 
born as :: A boy.
i desire :: I don't know...
candles on the cake :: Eighteen.


Just a Figment
window to my soul :: Hazel.
flowing free :: Brown, a little blonde-ish in places.
all of me :: Kinda short, and on the skinny side.
this skin of mine :: I'm pretty pale.
the marks i carry :: I have Da Vinci's vitruvian man tattooed on my upper back.


Inside the Mind
the love :: Quiet places, good dreams, logic puzzles, animals, math, scarves, espresso, white noise and postcards.
the hate :: Loud people, people who are scared of me, hospitals, snowstorms, seafood, swimming, littering, harmonica music and messy things.
the fear :: Being completely consumed by my insanity, loosing my memory, airplanes.
locked away :: I don't like admitting how smart I am. I mean, I do well on assignments for school, but my professors are pretty much the only ones who know how smart I really am. I think it's just something that alienates me even more from other people. 

purely me :: Huh. I'm schozophrenic see, so that makes describing my personality kinda hard. I tend to be rather... disorganized. I can be perfectly content one minute, then frustrated and upset the next for pretty much no reason. Sometimes tiny things set me off, sometimes nothing at all sets me off. On the other hand, sometimes my mood doesn't change according to the situation. Like, if something bad happens, I might not feel bad or upset about it for quite a while, if at all. Hell, I could be describing someone's funeral and be grinning and laughing the entire time. It's weird. I also don't get as emotional as other people. Or at least, I don't express it very well. My range of emotional expression is restricted, basically.

But uh... let's see, normal things now. Thanks to my meds, I act fairly normally most of the time. Normal enough that I can function properly on my own in public, at least. You know, I don't need to be locked up or anything. I come off as really weird sometimes, but that's to be expected. I am crazy, after all. I act pretty juvenile sometimes, especially when I'm upset or uncomfortable. Sometimes I come off as indifferent, quiet and even cold, but that's just the schizophrenia. Like I said, all of this is reduced thanks to my meds, but when I don't take them, I go back to being crazy. I even have hallucinations sometimes, but that's only when I'm going through a really rough period.

only a memory :: I was born into a normal, suburban, middle-class family. I had a little brother, who was five years younger than me, but we got along, so I was never lonely or anything. I did really well in school and all, and everything was normal until I was about thirteen years old. Then I started having nightmares. They got worse and worse, until I hated going to sleep at night. Eventually though, I started having nightmares when I was awake. Hallucinations. And that's when my parents got me some medical help. They told me I had schizophrenia.

I was scared as hell. They'd just told me I was crazy. It stressed me out a lot, and the schizophrenia only got worse. My brother, who I used to be really good friends with, became scared of me, and didn't want to be anywhere near me. My parents were just as stressed about it as I was, if not more. Eventually, I was put in the psych ward at the hospital. I stayed there for a few months, and finally got everything under control. I wasn't 'cured' or anything, but I learned to control my insanity as much as I could, and the hallucinations pretty much stopped. So I got to move back home and continue life as usual.

In high school, I was obviously a bit of an outcast. I never really had any friends, since whenever someone found out I had schizophrenia, they started avoiding me. And why wouldn't they? I'm a freak. Finally, I got sick of people being freaked out by me. It was bad enough that my brother still didn't like talking to me. So I stopped telling people I had schizophrenia. And then I stopped skipping my meds sometimes, so i didn't have to take them in front of other people. I still don't take my pills that often. I can handle it, really. I'm getting better, I really am. Sure, when I don't take my medication I start hallucinating again sometimes, but that's only sometimes, and I'm okay. Really, I am. 




stuck in my head :: "Scatterbrain (As Dead As Leaves)", by Radiohead
written in ink :: limegreen




... put me inside, put me inside.

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The vain underground fighter. [Sep. 9th, 2007|11:12 am]

And here's the mutiny I promised you...


Simon Oswald Kaine 



 


Behind the Curtain
they call me :: Simon, normally. Oz when I'm in the ring. 
it's a living :: I work part time at a convenience store, but I'm also an underground fighter, secretly. 
born as :: A guy.
i desire :: Ladies.
candles on the cake :: Only seventeen.


Just a Figment
window to my soul :: Bright blue.
flowing free :: Black, with a couple orange streaks in the front.
all of me :: Average height, and lean, but muscled.
this skin of mine :: A little tanned.
the marks i carry :: There's a banner with two swallows tattooed on my chest, and the shape of Ohio on my left shoulder.


Inside the Mind
the love :: Comic books, superheroes, alcohol, classical and techno music, breakdancing, reality tv shows, travelling, and action movies.
the hate :: Domestic violence, abuse, cruelty to animals, bicycles, drugs, baths, Star Trek and wearing shoes.
the fear :: Getting into a car crash, heights, getting myself killed at a fight club.
locked away :: When I was a kid, I wanted to be a scientist. I still kinda want to get a degree in chemistry after high school. Yeah, I'm a nerd, I know. 

purely me :: .I'm probably the nicest guy you'll ever meet. Really, I'm awsome. Honestly though, I am a pretty amiable dude. I'm easy to approach and talk to, and I make friends pretty easily. I'm one of those all-around 'good guys'. You know, totally against domestic violence, abuse, and cruelty to animals, all that stuf.

I do however have a little bit of a temper problem. It's not that I get mad really easily, it's just that when I do get mad, I get really mad. See, I kind of wear my heart on my sleeve. In other words, if I'm in a bad mood or something, you'll be able to tell. From like, a mile away. Also, when I get really mad, I get violent. Despite my opposition to abuse and stuff. But hey, if they person deserves it, they should get the shit kicked out of them. And it's this kind of attitude that makes me so successful at fight clubs.

People say I can be vain. Actually, they also use the term 'airheaded pretty boy'. Which is totally not true. Just because I'm prettier than everyone else and I know it doesn't mean anything. Whatever, they're just jealous. And no, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. Unfortunately, I can be a bit of a ditz sometimes. But I try to hide that as much as possible. I don't like being compared to blondes.


only a memory :: My life's story, huh. Honestly, there isn't much  of a story. I was born, I grew up, and here I am. I grew up in a totally normal middle-class household. I'm the baby of the family. I have an older sister, Lyla, and an even older brother I never met. He left before I was born, I'm not really sure why. Actually, I don't know anything about him. My parents never talk about him, and I never ask. 

I went to regular schools, where I did pretty good grade-wise, and was fairly popular. I never really had any problems. I got along with my parents, my sister, and the people at school. It was so normal, it was almost boring. Like every teenager, I liked to party at times, and happen to enjoy alcohol from time to time. So me and my friends would go to this club, where we knew the bouncer, so wouldn't get IDed. This one time though, this guy started pissing me off. So, we ended up getting into a fight. If I hadn't been stopped, the guy would have ended up in the hospital. But I was, and I was kicked out, of course. But this guy followed me out, and suggested I try fighting in the ring next time.

And so began my career in the fight club. My first fight, I lost. I was nervous. But the time after that, the guy called me a wimp for losing last time, which made me mad. I've never lost another fight. Of course, this isn't something I brag about to my friends and family. I sneak out of the house, so my parents don't know I'm gone, and I don't tell my friends. I even use a nickname while I'm fighting-- Oz-- and wear makeup. Shut up, it's not girly. It's a lot less corny than a mask, anyways. 




stuck in my head :: "Ambulance vs. Ambulance", by The Blood Brothers
written in ink :: darkorange




... and here's the party it turned into.

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The rich socialite and aspiring artist. [Aug. 26th, 2007|02:10 pm]

Being born is like getting kidnapped...


Andrew Corban Alexander Eneas 


 


Behind the Curtain
they call me :: Andy. Y'know, like Andy Warhol. 
it's a living :: Socialite, and aspiring artist. 
born as :: Dude.
i desire :: The boys and the girls.
candles on the cake :: Almost twenty.


Just a Figment
window to my soul :: Normally green, but I wear purple contacts.
flowing free :: Bluish-black, and always stylish.
all of me :: I'm pretty average weight-wise, and a little on the short side.
this skin of mine :: Kinda pale, I guess.
the marks i carry :: I have a tattoo of a diamond on the inside of my left wrist, and a tattoo of Andy Warhol's painting "Knives" wrapped around my upper right arm.


Inside the Mind
the love :: Napping, art, dancing, bright lights, clubs, parties, being the center of attention and sex.
the hate :: Being ignored, windy days, people who try to force their religion on others, people who think they're better than me, being bored, politics, the news and country music.
the fear :: Lightning, drowning, ending up alone and being forgotten after I die.
locked away :: I wish I'd grown up like a normal person. Like, in a middle-class family, where I wasn't filthy rich, went to a normal school, had normal friends and was closer to my parents. You know, a life that isn't so lonely. 

purely me :: Personality-wise? I'm absolutely amazing in every way. Well come on, seriously, did you expect me to say I'm a jerk? In all honesty though, I have been called a jerk at times. People seem to think I'm too selfish and arrogant, only thinking about myself. They even call me a snob. But they're probably just jealous of me and my money. I mean, sure, I usually value my own opinion over anyone else's, and think about my own needs before others', but hey, who doesn't? I'm not their mom.

I'd say I'm pretty outgoing, and always speak my mind. If I have something to say, why bother keeping it to myself? Besides, I don't give a damn what people think about me or my opinions. But really, I'm a pretty nice guy to people I like. That doesn't mean I'll go too far out of my way to do things for them, but I'm a nice guy. Basically, if you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. As long as it's convenient to me. But, if I don't like you, I won't hide it. At all.

I'm not always loud and obnoxious. Really. I have my quiet, reflective moments. But they're usually in the morning, when I'm really moody with a hangover or something, or when I'm alone. If I'm alone, or maybe with very few people-- depending on who the people are, of course-- I'll quiet down. I don't do this often around other people though, because I get sullen and sulky a lot. Which is never fun for those who have to put up with it.

only a memory :: Okay, let's see. My parents immigrated to North America from Greece, just before I was born. They had already been wealthy in Greece, but after moving here, they got even richer, thanks to my mother owning some ritzy fashion line, and my father managing some business that has something to do with importing and exporting goods. I never really cared enough to find out exactly. But anyways, since the day I was born, I've always had a good life. I've never worked a day in my life, yet thanks to my parents' fortune, I've always had enough money to buy anything I've ever wanted and more.

My parents always made sure I had the best of everything. I was home schooled by the best tutors and everything. Of course, my mom and dad were always busy, so I never really got to see them much. In junior high, this really got to me, and I went through a pretty lonely period. So when I first turned to drinking, it was for a release. But then I discovered the club scene, and I found my element.

So now I'm a partier. I'm also an alcoholic, a drug addict and a sexaholic, but that's part of what makes my life so much fun. I spend almost every night at a club, drinking until I'm blind and doing the best drugs money can buy. Every morning, I wake up in someone else's bed. Sometimes it's a girl's bed, sometimes it's a boy's bed, and sometimes there's more than the two of us in the bed. I'm not ashamed of my lifestyle though. I thrive on it. I've also decided that instead of inheriting my father's busines, like he expects me to, I'm going to be an artist, like my idol, Andy Warhol. 




stuck in my head :: "This Boy", by Franz Ferdinand
written in ink :: darkorchid




... then sold into slavery.

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The drug addict who stopped caring. [Aug. 25th, 2007|06:49 pm]

I'm alright...

Ivan Aylward

 

Behind the Curtain  
they call me :: Six. Just Six, I don't like my real name. It was the number of my room at an addictions clinnic I found myelf in at one point. I wouldn't tell anyone my name, so they referred to me by my room number. And the name stuck. 
it's a living :: I work odd jobs, basically whatever I can get for as long as I can keep it. I also get money from selling drugs, from time to time. 
born as :: A boy.
i desire :: I'd like girls, if I cared about that kind of thing.
candles on the cake :: Nineteen.


Just a Figment
window to my soul :: Dull green.
flowing free :: Brown, and usually messy.
all of me :: I'm tall, but lanky, definately not fit.
this skin of mine :: Average caucassian. 
the marks i carry :: There are needle tracks on the insides of my arms, but that's pretty much it.


Inside the Mind 
the love :: Cigarettes, drugs, thunderstorms, the rain, cats, baked goods, sleeping in, indie music, tea, coffee, chocolate, crossword puzzles, horror movies and bridges.
the hate :: Fast food, being interrupted, having to explain myself over and over, loud people, hospitals, and being cold.
the fear :: I'm scared of the end of the world due to global warming and other ecological disasters, that I'll never see my brother or father again, and dolls. They creep me out, okay?
locked away :: Honestly, I hate being an addict, even if I don't act like I do. The drugs only make my problems worse, but I can't stop now. I'm in too deep.

purely me :: Let's see... I'm generally pretty quiet and solemn. I'm easily annoyed though, especially when I'm in a bad mood, so I tend to come off rather moody sometimes. It's not particularly hard to get on my good side though, and once you are, I'm a pretty nice guy. I'm not overly enthusiastic about anything, but I'm nice enough, I guess, even if I don't go out of my way to be social or anything.

I have this habbit of ignoring problems. Mine and other peoples'. Worrying about them just frustrates and upsets me a lot of the time, so I push them aside, and take my mind off them, usually with drugs. This approach usually only causes more problems, I know, but that's just one of the problems I try to ignore.

When I'm high, I'm usually more fun to be around. I'm upbeat and energetic, and can't sit still. I have to be standing, or moving, or doing something. When I'm not high, I'm a little more moody and quick-tempered and really, really lazy. If I'm going through withdrawl for some reason, I tend to avoid people, since my temper's usually really bad and all that. You know, general withdrawl stuff.
 
only a memory :: Huh. Welll, I grew up with my dad and younger brother in a dingy little appartment in the city. My mom left us when I was 10, and my brother was 5. We never really had it very easy even when she was around, so when she left, dad had to pick up another job just to support us, and didn't have much time for me and my brother, who were never very close. It got so I never even saw my dad very often. If he wasn't at work, he was trying to sleep. So I learned to take care of myself. 

Eventually I reached junior high. And that's when I was intrduced to drugs. I didn't know very many people, and didn't have many friends, so I started hanging out with "The Wrong Crowd". The ones who cut classes to smoke cigarettes and other nasty substances behind the gym. When they asked if I wanted to try it, I said sure. And when I did, I realized, if I did enough, my problems seemed to go away for a while. It was wonderful. The rest of school passed in kind of a blur. I ended up dropping out, and spending a couple weeks in an addictions clinic, thanks to a couple teachers who'd caught me. Once I got out, I found out my brother had run away from home. I never saw him again. Seeing the stress I was still causing my dad, I decided to do the same.

I spent time in all kinds of places, from  halfway houses, to tiny appartments with cheap rent, to the streets. I live in appartments until I run out of money to pay the rent, then move to the streets until I get another job somehow. Basically, I live the way my income allows me to, just as long as I have access to drugs.




stuck in my head :: "The Good Times Are Killing Me", by Modest Mouse
written in ink :: darkblue





... i'm just gagging on all the alright.

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