OR Kevin Bushek, the guy who is terrified of close-distance relationships because he has no idea how to handle them and drowns his sorrows with guitars and spikes his vodka with tears. The guy who can't stand to have someone dislike him, the guy who still finds the word 'poop' hilarious, the guy still carries around Mrs. B's valentine's day card for him in his wallet because it makes him smile, the guy who hit Dave Kraft with a snowball, who has a horrible mancrush on Christain Bale (Bail?), who has scraps of 4-line poetry scattered on every page of every notebook he owns, if so, then yes. That's me.
hmmm, well since you caught me in a mopey and serious mood, i'm that person who nobody ever wants to know deeper than how i appear to them. i'm a person who hides pain and emotions to be the happy go lucky person everyone is used to seeing. i like to be the center of attention yet i'm very shy when introduced to new people. I'm a hopeless romantic without a guy ::sigh:: "STUPID LOVE! I SOLUTE YOU!" I'm afraid of being alone so much that i have panic attacks when i am, even if i'm at my own home. I'm fun loving and i love to laugh and entertain and i'm up for anything thrilling as long as its semi-safe :^P Who am I? psh, i dont even know how to answer that completely. haha
Whoa seriousness... yeah actually i am in one of those moods so why not
i am that girl that is always a friend and nothing more. The one who loves a sense of belonging, a girl who lives for it, call it histrionic. A person who fights for recognition but constantly fails miserably. Someoe who feels pressure to please, but can never uite get to the level in which they do. The girl who attempts to live in the good memories so she can forget what present is. I am the girl who uses humor and laughs to hide tears.
I am the person who's day you just made by texting me to sing Defying Gravity with you. People call me usually call me Jeska, which was never my idea but I like it, and they recognize me as Cinderella even though I dont think I believe in the story anymore. I find comfort in objects - I wore one necklace every day for 3 years until I lost it, and now I have my little pink purse that I carry everywhere with hotel room keys, plane tickets, Pepito, the Butt, the octopus letter, the "love frog", a pirate eye patch, and Dr Pepper chapstick. I like people to think I'm silly and random. I hate flat out telling people that there's more to me than just the happy girl they see - I guess I figure that if they can't guess it then they don't need to know. I don't tell people when I'm upset with them even though I should and I let myself get carried away to the point where I can't tell what really has happened and what I've imagined.I don't consider myself a liar, but I do have things that I hide. I live off attention from my friends, but I always
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"the girl whose mood is highly influenced by the weather"
YES, yes, a thousand times YES. Oh man, we DO share a brain. I agree totally, if it's raining out, it's no coincedence that I have a horrible day. If the sun doesn't come out at all, neither does my smile. But I can walk outside and see the moon staring back at me, I can't stop smiling! It's almost scary how much mother nature dictates my mood.
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I am batman.
OR Kevin Bushek, the guy who is terrified of close-distance relationships because he has no idea how to handle them and drowns his sorrows with guitars and spikes his vodka with tears. The guy who can't stand to have someone dislike him, the guy who still finds the word 'poop' hilarious, the guy still carries around Mrs. B's valentine's day card for him in his wallet because it makes him smile, the guy who hit Dave Kraft with a snowball, who has a horrible mancrush on Christain Bale (Bail?), who has scraps of 4-line poetry scattered on every page of every notebook he owns, if so, then yes. That's me.
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Who am I? psh, i dont even know how to answer that completely. haha
Truely~
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i am that girl that is always a friend and nothing more. The one who loves a sense of belonging, a girl who lives for it, call it histrionic. A person who fights for recognition but constantly fails miserably. Someoe who feels pressure to please, but can never uite get to the level in which they do. The girl who attempts to live in the good memories so she can forget what present is. I am the girl who uses humor and laughs to hide tears.
wow i seem really depressing
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YES, yes, a thousand times YES. Oh man, we DO share a brain. I agree totally, if it's raining out, it's no coincedence that I have a horrible day. If the sun doesn't come out at all, neither does my smile. But I can walk outside and see the moon staring back at me, I can't stop smiling! It's almost scary how much mother nature dictates my mood.
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