Rippy
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Post by Rippy on May 10, 2007 13:13:07 GMT -5
What’s your real-life personality like?
Off my medicine I’m completely different… but on it… I’m generally optimistic on the outside, while being pretty pessimistic on the inside—despising humanity as a whole and whatnot. ;P
I act like an idiot in general, being immature, “cuteâ€, and innocent. But, really, it’s only because I’m…manipulative. / I don’t always mean to. But honestly I usually do. I act the way I’m not to get the friends I want, the guys I want, or the candy I want. ;P It makes life easier. Don’t take it the wrong way, though, I’d never purposefully emotionally hurt anyone. I’m also very violent. I have the tendency to warn someone before I hit them, and I only do so if they’re annoying me, and only to people I know well. But I still manage to leave a bruise/scars/broken bones every time. >> And I always apologize.
I don’t like school. I like learning, but I don’t like school. I can't concentrate unless I adore the topic. I despise math and history. English is easy, but I normally forget to turn in I disagreeignments. Science interests me, but really only things pertaining to animals. I want to be a wildlife biologist. I love everyone. Seriously. I’m nice to every person I meet. Even if I don’t like them much, I’m friendly to every one of them. If someone was mean to me, I couldn’t care less. The only people I ever fight with is my parents. They’re great, but we never get along.
I’m also very territorial. I can’t stand people being in my room or looking through my things. Having someone, even family, sleep on my bed when I’m not there is like mental torture. Despite this, though, I have absolutely no sense of personal space. I lost it when I moved to this town, because I’m ticklish, and every friend of mine can’t resist tickling/poking me. I get along much better in a group than in a one-on-one conversation.
I hate (most) authority figures. I won’t do something unless I have a reason to. I’m lazy unless I get immense benefit from not being lazy. I get emotional easy but I won’t show it for anything. I only cry out of mental frustration. I get emotionally attached to people/animals/anything easily. I LOVE debating. Music = life. I'm a vegetarian and would die to save a single animal.
The end. :3
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Amodia
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Post by Amodia on May 10, 2007 13:33:23 GMT -5
won’t , I’ , I’m What's that?
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.tyler.
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Post by .tyler. on May 10, 2007 18:28:06 GMT -5
I’m also very violent. I have the tendency to warn someone before I hit them, and I only do so if they’re annoying me, and only to people I know well. But I still manage to leave a bruise/scars/broken bones every time. >> And I always apologize. stories?
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Post by leethal on May 10, 2007 18:46:12 GMT -5
I'm a lazy bastard who is trying to take a degree in informatic engineering. I can't stand my parents who always push their work on me. I don't like what they do. And they expect me to offer my services just cause i have free time. I spend most of my time psi'ing or playing videogames, hanging out with my girlfriend, sometimes programming and sometimes doing something for school. I tend to take offense really easily by my family. I always take it as my fault. This being said, i rarely have any reaction. My thought is, the more i talk , the worse it gets. My mother is worried about me having tinfoil in my bedroom lol.. I told her i was doing something. She asked what, i said it's a surprise. She asked can i see it? I said, if i finish it, i'll show you. I take guitar lessons after 3 years of auto-didacy (i am SURE it's not how its spelled or if it even exists, but it consists on self-teaching.) I live to learn more about everything. Today i went to the eye doctor (enough with the expensive words.) and after we figured out what glasses i needed, i started asking him how everything worked. I can't help it. I must learn. If i'm in the presence of someone who knows something i don't, I take advantage. I ask. What I can't stand are self-righteous pricks. People who are sure of what they know. My belief is knowledge is both stone and sand. It can support you on your life, but it can fade away in an instant when proven wrong. So I try to learn everything, knowing I know nothing every time. It turns out kind of frustrating, but it's exciting to learn all these things. That's how i ended up in psi, anyway. I love music, all kinds, but only decent music. I make perfect distinction between music and lyrics, and will not have a song played near me where the lyrics OR the music sucks. I get nauseous. I have no problem with authority, I figure there's nothing anyone can take away from me. My freedom has been achieved once i was 16. No matter what i'm doing, what i have, you can take it all away, and I will stand anew and start again. If i can't , I'll do what i can. If nothing else, I'll wait for death. I'm over-sensitive, over-analytical, and always unsatisfied. I live everything to the fullest of my will, but it won't show. My feelings are felt inside. I have a natural love of dogs, and nature in general, but i'm afraid of spiders or any bugs for that matter, since they're little and i can lose track of them, and i don't know them all, so i don't know which are poisonous. People see me as a joker, as someone who doesn't take anything seriously. Only one person is allowed to know the real me, that is my girlfriend, and even she gets a bite at a time. I'm evil, but i want to be good. My battle is neverending. I write music, I program games (nothing decent yet, but i'm working on a good one), i draw, I tried painting, like it, but it's too hard to repair mistakes , I write a blog, but it's in portuguese, I love sports but have no friends near me, so I don't do anything. I occasionally spar with a friend of mine with large wooden sticks ( for plows) and that's as much exercise as i get. I feel opressed since I respect everyone, and never get any respect back. I let anyone do what they want, but always get forced to do what i don't want to. More than everything, I'm permanently misunderstood, and faced like an idiot. I'm quite depressed at the life i have and have often thought of suicide. My girl is what's keeping me here. I intend to get a house somewhere soon, before I hate my parents too much to ever visit them agian. For the house i need a job, for the job i need a degree, for the degree i need to study, but I can't study under oppression, so i'm doing the degree slowly. I have no religion and no beliefs. I believe in nothing. I don't believe in people either, but I act as if i trusted them because there's nothing they can do. I rather trust everyone. I don't mind disapointments, and I push away people who betray me. I keep my promises and I am a good friend. I tremble everytime i see the atomic bomb, I don't trust our current democracy, any of it. I believe parties are a big hole of corruption. If there was no one they could count on to be on their side, they cound'nt do it alone. That's my thought. Also , i can't see what's so hard in trying to REALLY do what's best for your country. So , no, I hate politicians in general, but I like politics as it's a path to a more civilized world. I am truly sorry for taking so much space from everyone (that's another thing. To people that care about what i say, i tend to apologize a lot. To the rest, not so much). Metallica are the best my oppinion, but i'm sure anyone who goes through the motions knows metallica is at least a great band. I cry sometimes when alone, or when i'm with my girl, when I'm in a bad state. I'm over-emotional and over-sensitive, but it takes a lot for me to cry. I have no real friends in a sense that no one knows me. However, I like everyone i meet. and care for them all. I say i'm their friend, but that they're not mine. They're friends with my mask. I think vegetarians who think they are saving animals are not really that nice since trees are living beings too. The food chain is made in a way that you shouldn't break it. When a step of the food chain is left out, some specie dies. But I don't mind any vegetarians. I don't mind anyone at all. I just don't want to be pushed something. You can try to convince me, but you mustn't tell me what to be. That's me in a sick way. Hope you don't hate me as much as i hate myself.
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Post by hardrock on May 10, 2007 18:48:29 GMT -5
I am pretty laid back and stay home everyday for now. I like kids so i babysit. I am on the computer a good bit. I enjoy staying home and enjoy flowers and plants. I like to be silly and act like an idiot sometimes out of humor...lol I have a boyfriend....And was married at one time for 14 years and had 3 boys together. My oldest is 23 and the middle one is 21 and the youngest is 17... I told you i am the oldest one here...LOL
I am very happy to be divorced and only wished i would have done it sooner. I started very young. I fell in love at the age of 14 and married him at the age of 19...WOW!
My boyfriend and i are happy living together and been together for 7 years. Sometimes i would like to be married and other times not.
I like to go canoing, go for walks, hang around friends and being that i am over 21 i like to party sometimes and go to wine festivals.
I love dancing and i like to sing. I love going to concerts...especially with my friend who really likes to jam out!!
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Post by Intrigue on May 10, 2007 19:14:05 GMT -5
I'm sixteen, I'm a fencer and an archer... I love theory, science, and debate. I'm pretty relaxed in person, but I sound stuffy and harsh over text. I like to use big words, which can make my friends stare in incomprehension (heh, see?) until I explain what I meant. I guess I'm kind of naive, I tend to miss incredibly obvious things, but on a completely different hand, I can understand and tell extraordinarily subtle signs in people. I know when someone lies, when they hate my guts, their poker hand (though I have no poker face myself) etc. I can reason out underlying motives behind every action... And cut too close to the truth, which has caused more than one conflict in the past. Unfortunately, I'm as liable as anyone to ignore something I believe to be impossible, or something I don't want to believe in. But at least I know how blind I can be I love to help people, and in my opinion, there is no greater gift than to teach and help another person. I'd sacrifice my life for friends and family if called for, and run personal risks for a cause I believe in. I'll fight to uphold what I see as honor and justice, and I'm a die-hard romantic.
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Post by JediKaren on May 10, 2007 20:29:38 GMT -5
You all wouldn't believe it, but I am incredibly shy, anti social person. I tend to hate most people, male or female and have a few, close friends. I tend to crave the spotlight, but down right hate it when I get it. I have been told that I'm smart, strong (for I have survived years of emotional, mental and phyiscal abuse) and can be funny and fun to hang around.
I spend a large amount of time alone and silent. I don't talk much, spend most of my time thinking and trying to understand the world around me. I'm always taking walks in the woods or the park or by the pond. I love the outdoors. I love the silence and the peace. I love smelling and feeling life. I seem polite enough, with good manners, but honestly I am the wrong person to fight with. I'm extremely stubborn in my way and very emotional when I let people know my emotions. In the last month I have broken down crying twice because I don't want to leave the college and go back to that horrible home.
I love to dance. I did 6 years of ice skating and have a passion and talent for art. I'm always creative in what I do. Even when I'm given the same topic as everyone else, I look for a different angle to write on. I hate copying people or taking the path everyone else down. I hate depending on people and have a hard time trusting anyone. I don't drink or smoke because of my mom does does both and has scared the living day light out of me.
As you all know, I love helping others. I seriously, deeply do. I never got help. I was never cared or loved for. I know what pain is. I know what being scared and lonely is like. I spent too many years like that. That is why this site was made. I get, feel love and caring when I help someone else, when I am able to stop their pain and calm their fear. I'm an empath. I attract those who need to talk, to vent, who are looking an answer. I know it sounds mushy and some guys are throwing up, but if I wasn't like that, no one would be here.
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.tyler.
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Post by .tyler. on May 10, 2007 20:38:56 GMT -5
Your getting my eyes all watery karen...
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Post by JediKaren on May 10, 2007 20:52:48 GMT -5
lol oh I could do a LOT worse..hmm maybe it's time you all knew the whole story. Anyone up for reading your admins not so fun past?
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.tyler.
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Post by .tyler. on May 10, 2007 21:02:54 GMT -5
I'm gonna need a box of tissues aren't I?
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Post by Brilenus on May 10, 2007 21:04:28 GMT -5
More like five or six boxes from what I can tell. Possibly more. And JediKaren, do that which feels right, be it telling your life or not telling.
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Post by JediKaren on May 10, 2007 21:16:57 GMT -5
ok here it is in full 5 page length the sad story of my life. Please note it was written about 2 weeks after starting college this year:
The Light at the End of the Tunnel It’s strange to read my first diaries again because I see what I was like. I was a different person, not completely, but different. I wasn’t nearly as calm, if that is the right word, and my view of world was very wrong.
Eight years ago when I was eleven, my brother, Aster, left the house after this huge, physical fight. It was late at night and I remember trying to break up the fight, though I lost. My father had stalked out of the room, once my brother had knocked off my dad’s glasses. Although it’s chilling to say this, my father was screaming at my mom to call the police on my brother. My mom refused and said if he wanted to call the police he could do it himself.
At the time I knew nothing about why they were fighting or even why my dad would want to call the police. I do remember, very so strongly and clearly saying goodbye to my brother and hugging him, not knowing if I would see him again. For eight long years I was trapped in hell, and I mean that literally. It would take me years and years to realize the extent of the prison I lived in, but just from instinct I knew something was horribly wrong with my house and who I lived with. Day by day I bore the abuse of my father and insanity of my mother. For the first few years I saw and knew about my father’s anger, but not his wrath. Most of the time he was annoyed with me and he only was a little angry. The few times that he went all out I nearly peed in my pants out of fear. He would scream and scream, purposely trying to scare me into obeying him. It worked well for him. A few times I had the courage to not shrink back and challenge him. I remember I was around 14 my father screamed at me about a math problem in the car. I asked him why he was trying to scare me. He said that fear made me think better. I never forgot how wrong that sounded. Fear freezes your mind and your body. You literally can’t think and are acting on instinct, which is telling you to run, right then. This was just many of the wrong, abusive things my father did. I have been slapped three times all in the same fight, punched in the ear that was infected, and threatened to be beaten up, my teeth knocked or killed. All of them left scars on me, generally sending me in a week up to a month in total fear. I remember the time he slapped me three times and threatened to kill me I in total fear for a month. I couldn’t relax because each time I would start crying.
My father’s cruelty doesn’t stop with his immediate family, it extended to others. In the last few years of my grandfather's life he was severely depressed. He was dependant on everyone to do everything for him and hated it. He was so depressed that he constantly talked about how he wish he could just die. I told my brother that our father told my grandfather that if he wanted to do it should just do it and not talk about it. My grandfather would say that he was couldn't do it like that. My father would reply "sure you can. Just stand out in the street and get hit by a car". He went as far to make any cashier’s life hell if they messed up. Waiters should never approach my father if the cooks messed on the meal. He spends endless energy fighting with the system in ways that are just plain stupid.
Each day in spend in pain. Each day I made a slave to my father, forced to do work with not even a thanks. There have been so many times I have been told to leave to house and so many times I couldn’t go. I had to get into college and the only way was to stay in this hell and have the parents pay for what they can. Each day I am bullied if I rebel. I was raised up not get angry or scared unless commanded to. I was not allowed to go out much or have many friends. I was told I didn’t really need friend and the friends I had were bad. I was constantly put down and fell into depression regularly. My mother, in many senses was no better. She never offered me help or hope. She more times than not, supported my father’s feelings, even when being beaten up in front of her. She never stopped my father. She wanted me to apologize to my dad when he punched me in the ear. She’s a heavy chain smoker and not sane. She talks, more like paces and moves her lips to herself. If you accuse her of this she either denies ever doing it or says there is nothing wrong. The look on her face is one of pain and insanity. There is nothing I could do, but stay hidden in my room or out of the house, which I did a lot. She did not talk to me much. She never offered emotional support. She did the bare minimal that she had to do as a mother and hide from the world. She never had any friends that I saw. She never talked to anyone. She seemed to hate the world. She was not really a mother in many senses. I don’t know how I survived all those years. I owe my life and soul to the Jedi path. The Jedi path was strict enough to keep me from giving in to the hate, the pain, the fear and the intense anger that surrounded me. I felt the darkside call to me, whisper, tempt me daily. I could not run or hide. I could take walks in the park, but I had to come back to that home. When I came to a best friend’s house all I wanted to just lay on her bed and sleep. Her house was quiet and peaceful. She understood I was being abused, much more than I ever did. Her mom stressed the point not to get stressed or even say sorry if I knocked over something. I was trained by my dad to immediately pick it while promising, if not swearing, never to do that again and knowledge the fact that I was a klutz. Being abused in the way I was left plenty of scars on me. I had no confidence or trust in myself or anyone. I was scared to death of anyone touching me. It’s rather ironic because secretly I craved for someone to hug and love me. I was constantly in and out of depression. I had horrible social skills. I spent much of my time alone or on the internet. I knew I was lonely and in pain. I had to learn how to stop living a life of pure survival. My life seemed to be slowly getting better with minor fall backs. It was my last year of high school and I was having trouble fighting my way through. I managed to get into college and graduate with an academic diploma. Then that horrible summer came. I hated my work because I was cashier the whole time. My empathy made it so I got overloaded most of the time and hated people. I wanted my peace and quiet. On days that I got off I slept as much as my parents would let me and then was made to do a million little chores. What I really needed to do was to be alone and heal myself. My father had no idea how strong an empath I am, so had no idea what leaving me alone could do. I got angry at him quite a bit. I was slowly getting a better idea the amount of abuse I was being put through. I knew if I could get to college my life would be so much better. The weeks seemed to drag by and the fights got worse. More than once my father, in anger, offered me to leave the house forever. I wanted to leave so badly, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t pay for college on my own and this wasn’t the time to be on my own. I silently held out. It was only a week ago all of this changed. It was eight in the morning when I went to the computer to check my email and to find that my long lost brother had found me. I was shocked beyond belief. It wasn’t that I had forgotten. I thought about him a lot. I dreamed about him. I daydreamed that he would have powers like me and he had been abused and somehow we could make my life somewhat better. I never allowed myself to think about him too much. There was no way I could reach him. I tried to look him up in anyway I could, but he could not be found. It was heartbreaking so I had to stop. He was in a different life. He was part of the innocent, young thing I was. Frankly I don’t much care the innocent child I was. I was weak and stupid. I knew nothing about pain or how to live. Aster was in the past and I had been taught through life and the Jedi one does not get lost in the past. One focuses on the ever present and just a bit on the future. There was one thing weird about his first two letters he sent at once to me. There was too much emotion. The Aster I knew was rather angry much of time, but never had this emotion. The letter felt weird. I emailed him back, asking he to talk about our past, making sure this was no a cruel practical joke. To my relief and happiness, the letter he sent back was perfect. This was my brother. This was Aster. There was an “angel” out there. Surviving the pain, the dark side, and the horrible depression was all worth it. Aster was my key to getting through college and then creating a life of happiness. Aster was the key a life with abuse and fear. I could finally, truly learn to live and not survive. Two days after I read the first email I was lucky enough to call him using my friend’s phone. I hadn’t dared tell my parents about what had happen. If I did, all would be lost and there would be much more pain. I shudder at that thought. The phone call was nothing at all what I thought it was going to be. The voice that I heard wasn’t the voice that I remember Aster having. It was high pitched and violently reminded me of extremely gay guy. After asking if this was my brother I was reinsured it was. Aster has warned me that his voice had changed, but hadn’t told me how. It turns out that my brother is a transsexual. That was a very very painful shock that took over me for a few seconds. It was my Jedi training that saved me from stopping me. I pushed myself through that idea, knowing I would have to face it, understand and accept it later. We talked for forty five minutes. We talked about everything we could. We talked about his past, mine, why he left, where he was, what he was doing and the fact it was 5 am for him and he was half asleep. It turns out that he strongly believes my mom is getting raped by my dad. That seems to be out of the blue and unrealistic until I think about it. Most everyday my parents take a nap, or so they say. For several years I knew they were really having sex, but I never mentioned that to anyone. There was one thing that I never put together. My mom every time, without fail would come out in this practically angry, half insane mood. I learned years ago just to leave her alone and she would calm down. I never thought about why she would feel like this when having sex. The only question that I still don’t have an answer is why she is doing this. The best answer is she isn’t strong enough. I have to admit that hurts. It hurts so much to know that she’s trapped because she can’t get the strength to say no. It hurts so much to know my father is doing this. My brother told me the night he left he said to my dad that he knew about the rap. My dad said he would no support him anymore and the fight started. That scares me. Now I know and if I do what he did, I’ll be kicked out too. Of course I want to leave that hell like I’m on fire, but I want to leave on my terms. It may not be Jedi like, but I want revenge on my parents. I want both of them to know they lost both of their children because both of them didn’t take care of us and didn’t treat us right. I want the whole family to know what has happened for the last eight years and to know their relatives did this. I want them to feel just a bit of guilt for letting this happen. After I got off I went to my friend and started crying. It was all too much. There was too much shock, too much pain. My friend and her mom calmed me down. They reminded that I had found my brother, no matter what sex he was. Maybe he could fly from California to my college and we could see each other, but that would be facing him, I mean her. That day got worse, much worse. My mom had gotten very drunk the night before and badly bruised the skin around her eye. There was blood all around. My dad then got mad at me for wanting to take the friend who I went over to call, to an amusement park. He gave me the silently treatment. I remember lying on my bed curled up, trying hard not to cry or scream. At work all the registers froze when we had a huge amount of customers. We should of closed the store due to the fact that we couldn’t use credit cards, we were severely shorthanded and we were constantly doing price checks because we lost half our prices on the computer. It was a very long, stressful night. When my father came to pick me up he still wasn’t talking to me which hurt me. I’m proud to say that I never lost my cool despite all I had gone through. Aster and I talked on msn for hours and hours during that week. We talked all about our past. He was abused like me, but never knew it. I learned it through some school and some common sense. When he got away from the parents and several years later he realized what had happened with him. He also discovered that he was really a girl, trapped in a male body. The reason why it took so long was our father. In one of the early chats I had with my brother I told him why I think our father is like the way he is. Based on what my father has said, I think meaning to, his mother or my grandmother abused him. My grandmother had a strong grip over my father. I think this happened because my grandmother had always been poor and had an exceedingly hard life. Her mother died when she was born and she was raised by her aunts. Her aunts were always sick and she ended doing everything as a child. She wanted my father to have better life and was determined he was going to get one, even if he hated it. I believe my father grew up hating women. He then went into the army as a volunteer and did not know what he was getting into. It sounds, from the way he talks about the war, he changed greatly from the war. He hated everyone, thinking everyone was out to kill him. He has told me it took him years to sleep well. He found and fell in love with my mother. They traveled for his job and mom got pregnant with Aster. I believe up until Aster was born there was true love. I think the relationship started to show signs of strain with Aster. Nine years later I was born. I wasn’t planned. My mom had high blood pressure and was warned that if she had another child she was putting her and the child at risk. Aster and I believe that my father was so religious that he would not get an abortion despite the risks. I was born three months early. My mom was in a coma for a month and I was two pounds, one and a half ounces small. I could fit in your hand, I was small. The medical research had just figured out not to give preemies oxygen and some how found a way to keep me alive. I believe my abilities played a huge factor in my survival. Once I was born the family fell apart. It wasn’t sure for months what would happen to my mom and me. No one knew if I would live. Time went by and I made it, but I was a lot of work. Aster says that when things settled a bit was when the rape began. There is much more that happened to my family, all of it too painful to say. Jason and I have been trying to help each other. We are facing our past and trying to come to terms to it. We are also learning and understanding each other. I have learned to accept his sex, though for now it looks like I will always think of him as my brother, not my sister. Aster still sees me as an eleven year old. A friend told me that we have switched gender roles. This includes that I act more like a guy than a girl. At first I was repelled by this. I was girl; there were no doubts about it. How could I be like a guy? I thought about it and realized I am a tomboy. I’m a warrior at heart. I could care less about my looks and I like rock music and hate women singers. I hate a lot of girls because they are such air heads. I liked to be silent and have my privacy. I felt more comfortable around certain guys than many girls. Still, I know what gender I am and I have no problems with being a girl. Another issue I had to discover within myself is sex. My father made it clear I was not to have sex until I was married. It was never said, but the subtext was that clear. I had to learn not be afraid of my natural and healthy feelings for sex and understand I would have it when I was ready with the right guy. It’s taken me several years just to get somewhat comfortable with myself. Even with all that work, my sister has noticed that I do not love my body by any means, which is a typical sign of abuse.
I have been in college since late August and I know I’ve changed a lot already. I’m learning how to trust, how to love, and to see. Everyday is painful in its own right. Every time I talk to my sibling on the phone I learn something new about my past. It seems that life repeatedly reminds me what I have gone through. Through all this pain I know I’m growing stronger. I’m becoming a better person. Everyday I feel the need to reach out to more people and try to help them have a better life so they don’t struggle with any I did. I felt so alone for so long. I hope that through this story some poor souls will realize they are never alone.
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Post by snowind on May 10, 2007 22:37:16 GMT -5
Ok, I'm 18 years old, I live on Mexico, In a little city called Aguascalientes.
I practice Fencing since I was 14 years old. And that's about the only sport I'm good at.
I am really outgoing, I'm the guy who wants to know everyone and that is always around trying to help. I try to be nice always.
I do well in tests, which gets me categorized by other people as nerdy, although I'm humble and don't talk much about it so everyone leaves me alone about that.
I have a group of friends about 14 and we hang out almost always, I have other close friends.
My parents got divorced when I was ten, the love of my life became lesbian and moved to another city, I have a lot of scars from several accidents and diseases.
I suffered pneumococus when I was little, from 20 patients I was the only one who survived due to an early visit to the doctor cause I was bothering and bothering my mom that I needed to go to the doctor cause i might be sick.
Growing up I made a game out of aura sight. I used to focus only on one spot and then watching the auras of everyone. Since I spent all classes doing that they had me to go to a psycologyst for Ad/HD dissorder.
I have several scars from many accidents, some of them I should have died on them but made it through with only a scar.
Since I've beaten death so many times and I'm living on stolen time I try to live everyday as if it were my last.
I like doing all sorts of crazy stuff. And I'm currently Studying International Business.
I really do not like overthinking, I like everything being simple, I love rock music, I love comics. Basicly I am a very optimistic guy.
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Post by neopsychic on May 10, 2007 23:19:05 GMT -5
You all wouldn't believe it, but I am incredibly shy, anti social person. I tend to hate most people, male or female and have a few, close friends. I tend to crave the spotlight, but down right hate it when I get it. I have been told that I'm smart, strong (for I have survived years of emotional, mental and phyiscal abuse) and can be funny and fun to hang around. This fit's me like a glove. Unfortunate yes, but true. I don't want to know everything, just want to know a few things that are absoloutes. Plan to learn 5 languages before I finish college. Nearly fluent in Japanese (Can speak it but can't read it XD). I've been studying for a year already. I'm just starting on another language while doing some more studying in Japanese. I'm a thinker, I've learned how to trance in the 2nd grade and never stopped trying to get a trance every day. I'm not really addicted to it, but just used to it, plus it's fun. Tried writing a book twice and have like 450 pages in my room. Tried making a language, a board game like D&D, and various other things that have failed. Used to be a heavy gamer, now I mostly read manga and watch love anime. (Love anime is slow and simple so I can understand a LOT of the words.) If you met me in real life you would never have thought me to be such a geek and so normal at the same time. Other then that, really shy, few friends, and really laid back. I'm more of a go with the flow kinda guy. Everyone always calls me smart but I just downplay everything. I've had people call me a genious ever since I could talk. Very shy. A few time's I was so shy people didn't think I spoke english. Then they heard me talk and were like: OMG, OMG, OMG he's sooooo smart!!!! Yup. Other then that just kind of a friendless shyguy. *Trys to think of more but getting nothing* Well... I guess that's it. Fun to be around. Kind of in a trance like state the for random times during the day. Shy around girls. I guess that's it. ;D
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Post by JediKaren on May 10, 2007 23:26:48 GMT -5
arggg I hate languages. I can hardly speak or listen to spanish, although can read and write it pretty well. yeah..umm I hope I didn't shock any of you all with my long history...
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