i have brown hair and blue eyes. i have mood swings and voids of depression. i dont know the difference between what i want and what i can get. i have trouble sleeping and its all fine with me. the world is so vast that you would have to be locked in a closet for your entire life if you believe your unique; somebody has to have at least one of your qualities.
ill never be the best at anything, ill never go down in history for changing the direction of the world and ill never be remembered by anybody other than the people closest to me. and even if i tryed, you'd all imply that im not quite worth your time.
im fasinated with the freaks, geeks, loosers, the sarcastic and the depressed, the homeless, druggies, alcies, prostitutes and runaways.
im fasinated with tragities; the unlucky chance that something will devistate your life forever. its amasing to watch somebody change because of one.
its so hard to find a friend these days. its a constant war to divide one person, making sure you get the bigger slice. we live in a world of doubt, the people we once cried with on now seem unreliable. you have to keep in mind every time you role the die, you can loose everything. maybe thats why people do it, that feeling of having nothing and picking yourself up again never gets old.
i always try to teach myself how to do better by talking to myself and giving advice, but when the time comes and im in that same sticky situation i forget everything iv learned and end up doing it all over again, just to realise what iv done when its too late.
its called Peter-Pan Syndrome, the fear of growing up but wanting all the benifits of the freedom. why am i afrade? because everybody that grows up had to die someday. the last "good bye." making us appriciate every drop the world gives us. making us notice every tiny thing, and once we pay attention we realise everything goes in circles. then comes death, and there is nothing you can do about it.
maybe thats why im obsessed with creating my own world, my persoal Wonderland, a place that dosnt make sence, even to me. because if nothing makes sence then there are no rules, and if there are no rules then nothing can go wrong. and i have brain washes myself into believing if im in my own world, the rools of whoevers world this is, wont apply to me. if i have to grow up, im going to take my own sweet time.
so as far as i know, opening that door wont take you to the other side, mooving that statue will open a room full of secrets, that teddy-bear does talk back, there are such things as houses made of candy, there is somebody looking at you through that mirror and you can never really know what that sound under your bed really is.
Interests:
black and white movies, staying up all night, independant films, novels, art, painting, photography, acting, vegitarian salads, cheese cake, foregin countries, laughing, traveling, natural disasters, the sky
Favorite Music:
hip hop, trip hop, tecno-electro, crunk cool, old school, alternative, freaky pop, hard house, alult alternative, acoustic, mellow beat
Favorite TV Shows:
darkness and fog- a girl like me - the notebook - tomorrow the world - toys - 28 days - hook - patch adams - what dreams may come - pan's labryith - girl interupted - big fish - sperited away - little miss sunshine - the color purple - memoirs of a geisha - russian ark - adams family - royal tenonbaums - three to tango - kiki's delivery service - the labrynth - the neverending story