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Jesus buttfucking Christ on a bicycle. I just read this for the first time in ages, and immediately went "Fuck. I'm an emo *bitch*. I should go cut myself and sob while I listen to The Fray."
I kid of course. But seriously, this did have me coming off as one hell of an emo bitch. And I suppose I was for a while, but since then, I've gotten my head on straight, and I'm mostly happy with life, so it's time to change this to reflect those facts.
First thing is first, I have bipolar disorder, and I'm prone to the occasional mood swing, so I'm sorry in advance if I say something mean, or am depressed in such a way that you get worried for me. It happens. Just give it time, and I'll bounce back, and be "normal" again.
Also, if you want to talk to me, best time is at night. I'm a night owl, and I tend to sleep nearly all day. So don't get all offended if I don't return a text or call, or whatever until after 3PM, because I was asleep.
Okay! Now on to the fun happy, goodtimes stuff!
About me: I'm 22 (23 in September! Hooray!)
I'm roughly 6"0", 180-190lbs, and decently in shape, although my cardio is shot. So please, don't ask me to run. That just won't happen.
I have 6 tattoos, on various parts of my body. If memory serves me correctly, you can see them all in my gallery. I have plans for tattoo number 7 already :)
I have shoulder length blue hair, and a goatee. Because I'm bringing facial hair back, yo.
What I do for fun:
I'm an avid player of Amtgard, a medieval LARP sort of thing, similar to Dagohir, but with spellcasters. In fact, I'm one of the founding members of Malum Patria, in Southeastern Michigan.
I love me some computer games.
I also do a bit of console gaming on my PS3 from time to time.
I also play the 4-string bass. My musical style is mainly older thrash/metalcore, because I like to play fast. That's always fun.
.
My friends:
Are fucking weird. Insane sometimes. But I fucking love them, because they're what makes life worth living.
I know when I'm good friends with someone when we can sit in a room together, and do absolutley nothing but tell stories from times past for hours on end, and laugh our asses off at every single one.
So won't *you* be my new friend, that way I can have some new stories to tell? No not you. I was talking to the one behind you. With the hat. Yes you. Let's be friends. Ok, I suppose we can be friends too.
My personal life:
Like I'm gonna tell the internet about that? Hahaha! That's fucking hilarious.
The only info you get is: I'm single.
The rest, you are free to make wild, spectacular assumptions about. Because, really, I can never have too many people think I'm a millionaire playboy that travels the globe via hot air balloon, along with my trusty Jaguar sidekick, Nibbles, and my pilot, who's always spouting hilarious one-liners, Harrison Ford.
To sum it all up, this weekend while hanging out with my friends, Kramer takes a huge rip off his pipe, and says "Man. I smoke a lot of pot for someone trying to be a doctor." We all laughed.
Alright! Peace!
I kid of course. But seriously, this did have me coming off as one hell of an emo bitch. And I suppose I was for a while, but since then, I've gotten my head on straight, and I'm mostly happy with life, so it's time to change this to reflect those facts.
First thing is first, I have bipolar disorder, and I'm prone to the occasional mood swing, so I'm sorry in advance if I say something mean, or am depressed in such a way that you get worried for me. It happens. Just give it time, and I'll bounce back, and be "normal" again.
Also, if you want to talk to me, best time is at night. I'm a night owl, and I tend to sleep nearly all day. So don't get all offended if I don't return a text or call, or whatever until after 3PM, because I was asleep.
Okay! Now on to the fun happy, goodtimes stuff!
About me: I'm 22 (23 in September! Hooray!)
I'm roughly 6"0", 180-190lbs, and decently in shape, although my cardio is shot. So please, don't ask me to run. That just won't happen.
I have 6 tattoos, on various parts of my body. If memory serves me correctly, you can see them all in my gallery. I have plans for tattoo number 7 already :)
I have shoulder length blue hair, and a goatee. Because I'm bringing facial hair back, yo.
What I do for fun:
I'm an avid player of Amtgard, a medieval LARP sort of thing, similar to Dagohir, but with spellcasters. In fact, I'm one of the founding members of Malum Patria, in Southeastern Michigan.
I love me some computer games.
I also do a bit of console gaming on my PS3 from time to time.
I also play the 4-string bass. My musical style is mainly older thrash/metalcore, because I like to play fast. That's always fun.
.
My friends:
Are fucking weird. Insane sometimes. But I fucking love them, because they're what makes life worth living.
I know when I'm good friends with someone when we can sit in a room together, and do absolutley nothing but tell stories from times past for hours on end, and laugh our asses off at every single one.
So won't *you* be my new friend, that way I can have some new stories to tell? No not you. I was talking to the one behind you. With the hat. Yes you. Let's be friends. Ok, I suppose we can be friends too.
My personal life:
Like I'm gonna tell the internet about that? Hahaha! That's fucking hilarious.
The only info you get is: I'm single.
The rest, you are free to make wild, spectacular assumptions about. Because, really, I can never have too many people think I'm a millionaire playboy that travels the globe via hot air balloon, along with my trusty Jaguar sidekick, Nibbles, and my pilot, who's always spouting hilarious one-liners, Harrison Ford.
To sum it all up, this weekend while hanging out with my friends, Kramer takes a huge rip off his pipe, and says "Man. I smoke a lot of pot for someone trying to be a doctor." We all laughed.
Alright! Peace!
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Musings on events past.
11 years ago
It's hard to admit you're wrong. I know. I've been doing it for years. Lying to myself, trying desperately in vain to justify things, to give myself something to hold myself up with, and I can't do this any longer. I've been wrong, again, and again, and again, and things are crashing down around me.
This carefully constructed place of self-deceit, that I've spent years building came with a fatal flaw. Me.
It just took one fleeting moment of clarity, and I watched my world crumble. This cold visage I've worn to protect myself crack in two, revealing the empty husk of a man inside.
I used to tell myself that I was only one bad day from becoming exactly like you. We were so much alike, you and I. The parallels were uncanny.
But, I've come to realize the opposite is true. You were always the one in danger of becoming me. You had worth left, value, a light in you.
I never had any of that. I fell to the darkness long ago, and when I fell, I had no one there to pull me back out.
My mind is racing as I type these words. Trying in vain to justify what I did. As much as I'd love to be able to claim that I was sick, that my actions were not my own, I cannot. There is a grain of truth in that lie, but the greater truth is that I wasn't strong enough to stop myself from hurting those that mattered most. And I lost the ones that mattered for my own weakness.
I'm both ashamed and relieved to admit this. But, I know in the end, admitting this is the first rung of the ladder I must scale to ascend from this all-consuming darkness. The first step of becoming better. I know, that you may never even read these words. But, even typing them, just for the sake of admitting I was wrong to myself, there is great value.
I hope you are well. I hope that you still carry that light inside of you. And most of all, I hope that if the darkness ever threatens to take you, the ones that matter to you are able to pull you back out, for I know the ones that will save you are the ones I have forsaken,so long ago,
This carefully constructed place of self-deceit, that I've spent years building came with a fatal flaw. Me.
It just took one fleeting moment of clarity, and I watched my world crumble. This cold visage I've worn to protect myself crack in two, revealing the empty husk of a man inside.
I used to tell myself that I was only one bad day from becoming exactly like you. We were so much alike, you and I. The parallels were uncanny.
But, I've come to realize the opposite is true. You were always the one in danger of becoming me. You had worth left, value, a light in you.
I never had any of that. I fell to the darkness long ago, and when I fell, I had no one there to pull me back out.
My mind is racing as I type these words. Trying in vain to justify what I did. As much as I'd love to be able to claim that I was sick, that my actions were not my own, I cannot. There is a grain of truth in that lie, but the greater truth is that I wasn't strong enough to stop myself from hurting those that mattered most. And I lost the ones that mattered for my own weakness.
I'm both ashamed and relieved to admit this. But, I know in the end, admitting this is the first rung of the ladder I must scale to ascend from this all-consuming darkness. The first step of becoming better. I know, that you may never even read these words. But, even typing them, just for the sake of admitting I was wrong to myself, there is great value.
I hope you are well. I hope that you still carry that light inside of you. And most of all, I hope that if the darkness ever threatens to take you, the ones that matter to you are able to pull you back out, for I know the ones that will save you are the ones I have forsaken,so long ago,
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