trogdor1316

I suck at talking, because my mind moves faster than my mouth does, and will either make me sound like an idiot or a crazy person. I write things. I write a lot of things, especially poetry. I’m better at RPG’s than I am at real life. I need a girlfriend, because I’m scared shitless of dying alone. I game, I geek, I kender, I eat. I layer myself with shields of hatred, sarcasm, and arrogance to keep people from seeing how raw and scared I am at the core of my being. So yeah. That’s some stuff about me.

Another few things I’ve learned about myself: I’m only loyal to my friends. Anyone else, I’ll gladly break your promises, lie to you, and in general do whatever I can to push you down and keep myself on top, because one day, I’ll rule this world, and only those who’ve garnered my respect will be worthy partners. One day, fat innkeepers will bow to me.

I’m cursed. Every relationship or attempt at a relationship (and there’s been a lot more of the latter than the former) has ended in bitter agony and defeat for me. I am not meant to love, nor am I meant to give up, and eventually I’ll spiral downward into an abyss of self-loathing and utter loneliness. And at that point, I’ll probably just kill myself. Woohoo. And the world will be a better place then, since I’ll finally be able to stop hurting the ones I love.

I give myself maybe three or four more emotional breakdowns before I snap.

Not evil. Just misunderstood.