I over analyze everyone and everything. I would like to tell people things, but I am not listened to. Or feel as if I'm not. I contradict myself constantly. I let things get to me. Individually they are insignificant, but after a while it becomes too much and I end up wallowing in self pity to the point of tears. My first cd was Snoop Dogg and The Beavis and Butt-head Experience. I did volunteer work because I wanted something to be proud of. Something people will give me recognition for. The bump on my right cheek is a mole mark. Not so noticeable now. I wouldn't know what to do if I was in a relationship. I have the feeling I'd be either too clingy (from being able to finally having someone to tell stuff to), or too distant (out of fear for losing the person from being too clingy). The scar on the inside of my bottom lip is from a fall in preschool. I make snap judgments about people and things, sometimes they're right, sometimes wrong. I jump to conclusions. Alot. Many people piss me off. I just can't understand them. I have a very clear cut approach to most things. Here's a problem, here's how to fix it. I hold grudges. I want to change the world. The only time I can truly be bored is when I am in an uncomfortable situation. I don't need much food, sleep, or hygene to live. I know I would be able to survive in a Depression-like society. As much as I'd like to say I'm a pack person, I dont follow the crowd. As many others do. Evidenced by clothing, music, interests.. I am the cautious one. Very in tune with morality. I want to break away from reputation and do things for me. Vandalism and stealing are two things that are real skills. Like small businesses. There is a higher power, as to what it is, I don't know. I dislike those that attend church regularly and spend the rest of the week in sin. Don't betray yourself. I am extremely perverted. I am prone to long lasting crushes that don't go anywhere. I get charlie horses in my left calf a lot. Society would be better and more prepared if we were taught basic fundamentals when we were young. Compassion, tolerance, and common courtesy. I get amused by "wiggers", and those who talk in such a high level of slang, it's not even comprehensible. I then, just tune them out. I'm very interested in politics, and the viability of democracy in third world countries when the subject is brought up I find myself without a feasible opinion. But then again, I have no reason to care, nothing I may think can affect it. I like people that purposely disrespect authority. I hate when people do stupid shit just to impress their friends. I'm a loner I dunno if by choice. I don't like change. I get jealous easily. I cuss a lot. I hate how people have labels for everyone, and dont even try to be-friend someone because of that. I hate how people categorize me negatively. One day I wish someone would tell me everything. I yearn for the truth. I have over 150 buddies on my list, but I talk to less than 10 of them. I've lost touch with a lot of people. I don't like my name because it's always seemed a little too blah. I like it when someone can give an opinion on what a poem was intended to mean. I eat meat. I have no intentions of now, or ever, going vegetarian. If cows and pigs were meant to stay alive, they wouldn't taste so good. I think homosexuals should be allowed to marry each other. If they're in love, let them be. I have a bad habit of chewing the skin on the inside of my mouth, or my lip. I express a quarter of what I'm really thinking or feeling. Educated people are the most socially impaired people I know of. I think too much, as evidenced by my quixotic staring into pure nothingness. I'm amused by many simple things. Stars, the moon, 11:11, Konstantine, Peter Pan. I wish I could play the piano expertly. When people look at me, I feel like they're assessing my appearance, giving me some low score on a 1-10 scale. I wear the same 10 clothing items because I don't like the way other ones fit me. I constantly wonder how people categorize me. Nice, rude, selfish, ugly, unimpressive.. I care what other people think. Not all other people, just the ones I admire for whatever reasons. I question my purpose in life. I question what effects I have on others. Negative? Positive? None at all? I think I'm someone who people find easily forgettable or simply just don't care about. I love to people watch. Sometimes I could look at a person and tell you their story. If my face isn't washed I don't feel clean. I am influenced by infomercials and would probably buy everything I see on TV if I could afford it. I value friendships but somehow do not find myself in very many of them. I dislike flies and mosquitos. I make big deals out of little things. I find my style too simple and wish I was a rich teen on the OC so I could buy clothes that fit my personality. Without music, I would be emotionally unstable. I put on a front. If I am quiet, I am questioning something. If I am loud, I'm searching for acceptance. I know who I am but find it hard to express. If I could sing I would move to California in search of stardom. I love the rock star lifestyle. I love to read. I desperately want to be somebody incredibly important to the world's survival, but at the same time I want to completely disregard it. I always wish to think outside of the box. I often wonder what's so special about life. I often wonder what's so special about death. I will never be able to understand how a person can hurt someone they say they care about. I have uncontrollable outbursts. Technically they're not really outbursts, usually what I'm truly thinking about the situation at hand. I have a lot to say, but trail off because I'm thinking about other things besides what I'm saying, doing, writing..... Warning: I am extremely perverted, and I will probably corrupt you if you haven't already been corrupted

“I like the beach. I like to get there really early before everyone else shows up and take like thirty bottles with notes in them and throw them into the water. Then I wait for everyone to come to the beach and when someone goes to pick up one of the bottles, I go up behind them because when they open it there’s a note saying ‘I’m standing right behind you.’”

Graffiti… I don’t like graffiti, unless it teaches me something, you know? Like “Oh, that’s how Alex feels about Maria. I wouldn’t have known if I had not walked by there, thank you.” Graffiti’s the most passionate literature there is, you know? It’s always like “Bush sucks!”, “U2 Rocks!”. I want to make indifferent graffiti. “Toy Story 2 was okay!” “I like Sheryl as a friend, but I’m not sure about taking things further”, “This is a bridge!”, “That guy’s right!”