I'm Lyn.
My past has changed me, and now I'm happier than I've been in a damn good while.
I have all that I need at the moment, trust me on this one.
The impression you leave when first meeting me is what sticks around.
My voice is just as tiny as I am. In other words, I sound like a 5 year old little girl.
I'll give you a 'What the fuck are you doing?' kind of look a lot without even meaning to.
My sarcasm kills. And I'll probably laugh at my own jokes more than I'll laugh at yours.
Your myspace name annoys the fuck out of me. Sammi Suicide...really?
Animals are delicious. I don't care if that offends you, we have sharp teeth for a reason.
I'm stubborn as fuck. Have an argument with me, see who wins. Lecture me, see if I listen.
I won't make you my first priority - don't make me yours.
I'm blunt. I'll give you my honest opinion, and I expect to receive yours back.
I'd rather write my feelings down instead of having to express them.
I make decisions before my head can contemplate on what to do. I never think twice.
I'm not prepared to grow older and move on with my life, but I'm so ready for it.
If you mean anything to me, you'll see I'm the biggest sweetheart.
6.9.09
To add to the latest bullshit that gushed from my thoughts, take every word that comes from my garrulous cords personally; I will not make statements that aren't worth my breath. So with that, I'm known to have various mentalities and my sanity is at its peak of sporadicity. Every action made of each disparaging day is with all intent to get by with enough requiescence to last for the upcoming sunrise. With each passing moment, it's becoming harder and harder to earn my trust. The wall I've put up, is plastered with smiling teeth and credible laughs; only a select few have veraciously climbed their way over. Being timid isn't my initial reaction when it comes to any sort of incursion. I'm not worth your time when in getting to know me, but I'm surely worth your best when it comes to having a good time. My life's saturated with remorse and iniquity; thus, I can say that I actually attempt to give a shit sometimes. When it comes to meeting your expectations, the face you see isn't the same face your opinion has been tainted with. Feel free to judge me; we're only human, perhaps a little less on occasion.
To all those who think they have a clue, shove your fake logic where the sun doesn't shine. Using big words that you don't know the proper meaning of in those atrocious paragraphs that are attempted to pull off as an 'about me' only proves the ever-growing desperation for pseudo-intelligence. Take the time to educate yourself; it's not that demanding of a task. Pick up a book, get rid of the artificial vanity, and leave poor thesaurus.com alone.
The day my entire personality and lifestyle are depicted as simple enough to be summed up into a few paragraphs, is the day every teenage girl has valid self-respect.
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