• Describe How You See Yourself.
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Describe how you see your self, it can be in one sentence, it can be in a paragraph. Personally, I see my self as an egotistical narcissist with a misanthropically driven personality... But that's just me. Now do you.
a confused young teenager with no sense of whats right and wrong who would be classified as emo by some and cares about what people think of him in a sense that he does not care
cool.
Concerned, good hearted, a bit confused, constrained, and a bit lonely. I need a girl friend. :frown:
yalls are only rating me dumbs because theres no cool rating.
Cheese Nipples.
Self aware, angry, artistic, individual, who's still trying to fix his wardrobe and love life.
well, a redneck in a red state who voted for obama. nascar, football, racing, building cars, engines, a gearhead. :rock:
Really awesome, smart, cool, awesome, totally not fat, and I'm always right.
With a mirror. :banjo:
I see myself as a dragon who rights the wrongs of others with his mystic whip. He also enjoys eating whip cream and getting high off sniffing ants.
fat confused bored ginger hopeless annoying dipshit idiot in a good way :')
I see myself as a genetic dead end. I am two completely opposite personalities in one box, either of brooding & thoughtful, or eccentric & goofy. I either a narcissistic or self-hating individual, depending on the day. I am gay, and I am in love with a girl that happens to be one of my best friends. Most likely, I don't know you, I probably hate you, I probably love you. But there's one thing I know for sure, I'm always going to be stuck with me, so I'm going to have to learn how to deal with me.
I'm an IRL troll.
I am awesome, although will admit it... I like me, and that's enough.
The nice guy who always finishes last :bang:
A friendly, lonely, eccentric guy who is wasting all his potential. :D
I miss the Zing! rating. :frown: Nevermind, back on topic. I see myself as a slightly fat (Yes, slightly), nerd with a good sense of humor (Who girls never seem to understand) who needs a girlfriend (but well see about that when school starts).
A faggé.
Virtuoso guitarist.
King of the world baby!
An alien in a human body... HOLY SHIT!
Girls don't really like me, sure I like them, and we could become friends, but nothing happens after that. Furthest I've gotten is "1st-base", then we sort of lose eachother in the wind. Like dust, or a fucking sneeze. I suck at being in "relationships". Been without anything close to a girlfriend for almost 2 years. Lonely, bored with life, starting to hate school. I don't know what to think anymore. When I got back to NYC from Philadelphia, and got registered into the school system, the NYC school system thought I was already done with schooling (Marking periods are slower in NYC). So, I re-started school here around late April. And, I had gotten in after the final exams or whatever, and for the remaining weeks of school little-to-no work was to be done. Except for taking notes in Astronomy. Now, once the school year ended, I felt free from the new, half-assed school I was going to. About two or three weeks into Summer vacation, my Dad reveals to me that I have to take summer school. I thought "Fuck that". But, when the day came that I had to get to the other school to register, I had forgotten how to get there. I missed registration, and didn't have to go. Not sure what to do about that now. I may even have to take Year 10 all over again. My instant reaction was "Fuck that", I don't plan on starting over a year of school because the educational system fucked me. But, after re-thinking it, I felt like I had fucked myself over, and I was then caught between "It's [i]their[/i] fault" and "It's [i]my[/i] fault". I don't know what else to think about that. Then, the thoughts of my parents divorce gets back to me. Around October of 2007, my Dad filed for divorce from my Mom. When I was a little younger, I thought my parents were going to get divorced. I had this feeling that they were, because they argued a lot. But that was when I was little, and thought that if it were to ever happen, that I wouldn't really feel phased. I cried like a bitch when my Dad told me about it. I cried hard, I cried like I was about to die because the family started to fall apart. My Sister acted like nothing happened, though. Now, I'm starting to feel like I abandoned my Mother. I live with my Dad and Sister in NY now, and she's stuck in Philadelphia. She's having financial troubles. The things she's done make me not want to be near her. Then, I think about how "She's my mother" and "she gave birth to me" and all of that shit. I think about her, think "did she picture this happening to her? Did she picture herself straying away from her family, losing her children, and the only man that ever really loved her?". I think about things... I picture her, sitting in a box in some alley, filthy and smelly, crying to herself. Clenching an old photo of her holding me as a baby. I think that it's my fault my mother is poor, and that my father was broken from the divorce. I think that she might end up selling her body, or becoming a drug addict. Doing these things to ease the pain a bit. It all fades to black from there. Thinking any further makes me want to die. Thinking about it really hurts me on the inside. I thought that, maybe it isn't so bad. Maybe I shouldn't worry. Maybe I shouldn't worry. Maybe I shouldn't worry. Maybe everything will be okay, and I'll grow out of these feelings, but then I think that I won't. I've thought of suicide before. I thought it would make things better for myself, but I thought it over. If I were to end my life, I would make my family depressed. I would sadden them deeply and they would wonder why I thought like that. I would describe myself as. Sad.
An artistic individual who has had his fair share of his problems in the past. I have a whole blog post dedicated to the problems I've witnessed before, so I'll just link to it. [url]http://livingreality.tumblr.com/post/155352394/my-moms-bad-history-of-choices-and-the-results-that[/url]
Most everything wrong with my life can be traced back to action or inaction on my part. I don't intentionally sabotage my life, I just suck at living a good one. Too shy to socialise (and too ugly to have looks compensate for that), too dumb to do well at school and too lazy to do much else apart from sit in front of this damned computer all day.
Handsome :smug:
A God damned sexual Tyrannosaurus.
Organic matter.
I usually see myself by looking at a mirror. :buddy:
A fucked up kid that usually ends up in the middle of things no matter how badly he tries to stay out of things, and just generally has no clue where he's going in life.
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