About me
uh, hi.
i’m a different person than i used to be.
well, so are you.
the human body recreates itself every 6 months. nearly every cell and bone dies and get replaced.
i have lived through torture.
maybe i’ll decide to let you into my head, explore every hole and crack, inspect the fake truths that society has attempted to cover me with, using only scotch tape and glue, hoping those rusty nails and shiny tacks won’t be needed tonight. but they are, they always are.
you don’t know me, as much as you think you do.
i don’t even know me.
speak to me in real life. you’ll probably get the chills.
i can be happy and random.
but i can be depressed and gloomy, too. ‘how emo,’ you might think. hell no. labels are for soup cans, and last time i checked, i was still human, or at least something that resembles one.
who are you?
don’t ask me the same thing. you could end up in another world. it would be like you had dozed off, and yet died at the same time.
no word in the dictionary can fully describe me.
maybe, ‘screwed up’, but i haven’t seen that in there yet. tell me if you find it.
get to know me, maybe. at least try. though, if you’ve gotten this far, you’re probably creeped out, and aren’t planning on it. like everyone else.
so. should i swallow the key and zip my self up, or let you find it in layers of whispery wishes and faded dreams?
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