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[11 Apr 2004|01:06am] |
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Reflection of self.
I am a 19 year old boy who gets confused for a girl. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and right now it's broken. I keep to myself and spend more time in my bedroom than anywhere else, and that's not counting when I'm asleep. I trust people too easily...but can write them off if they betray me. I'm an insomniac and I hate it. My reason for living is waiting to die. I will be a hair dresser because I can dress like a rockstar everyday for work if I want...if I can't become a rockstar, I might as well have a career that lets me look like one. I don't like not having anyone to hold because my arms are empty. Right now I'm working just to get by, and waiting for this moment in time to pass. I want to seize the day, but I'm more inclined to turn on a movie and forget that I'm alive.
This is me. I am not perfect. I am just a boy trying to find his place in life.
This is public so everyone understands.
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[11 Mar 2004|12:00am] |
Friends only.
 Add me or reply to this, and wait for my hot sweaty man love. Ew! And by that I mean wait to be added.
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