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anaana


ｗｈｙ ｓｏ ｓｅｒｉｏｕｓ ˀ



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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “ THE SOCCER DAD”

- - - - - - ▶ ▷ GAVIN RAPHAEL HENNESSEY


the age is never told but i'll make
an exception, forty-three
the nickname gav has stuck around
for a while, so i've learn to accept it
Runaway_Coke17 knows all about me, even
my favorite color, which is #348781.

▶ oh the suburbs, what a wonderful life...
affectionate : what can i say? i'm just a man of romance. whenever i grow attach to something, i can be a sweetheart. i give them all my attention, and i'll get them whatever they want. i feel the need to actually keep up with anniversaries and things of that like. i'll even get someone a big diamond ring if i feel up to it.
confident : i have a reason to be confident. i have a gorgeous life, brilliant mind, and a loving sex partner strike. i'm one of those men that feel like they can do anything no matter what. though, i'm not someone who is too high on their stool. i'm pretty good with keeping my arrogant side hidden.
thoughtful : yes, i'm a very thoughtful and creative man. if i'm not talking to someone, i'm usually deep in thought about my life and everything in it. my mind is always whirling with fresh ideas about certain things. so, don't be surprised if i end up daydreaming during a conversation.

▶ the unknown things about me
Well, I’m not really sure how to begin really. My life wasn’t the greatest, but it didn’t involve some dramatic stuff. My dad was a drunk and my mother was a local school teacher. My dad usually drank at night after work, but we weren’t really what you called rich. He worked in a factory, and we didn’t have all the luxuries like most people. I didn’t really mind it, and I had a younger sister I looked after twenty-four seven. My dad never beat us, he just drank like the world would end the next day. My mother didn’t say much about it, so they didn’t really fight about anything. The only time my life really rocked out of control was when I came home from school one day. My mother and father were sitting at the table, sharing a bottle of whiskey when I stumbled in from the cold. It was then that they broke the news that my sister ran away. They showed me the note she left and everything. Being the sixteen year old I was, I didn’t believe them and even looked upstairs and in hiding spots for her. The next day when I still wasn’t greet by Amy, I considered the thought of her actually leaving us. That’s when I went for a walk in the woods to ease my troubled mind. There use to be a creek by my house and I stopped by there to watch the fish swim downstream. That was the day I found Amy’s body. It still haunts me to this day to see her blank eyes staring up at me.

Anyway, I got over my little sister’s death a year or so after I found her body. I moved on and ended up getting into sports such as football and soccer. My life soon evolved around sports, and I still enjoy tossing around the old pigskin or kicking around a soccer ball. Life after high school went by in a flash since I ended up meeting the love of my life. The cougar stole my heart, and I asked her to marry me and we eloped. As of now, I feel that the spark in our relationship has dimmed down a lot. Making love with her isn’t the same as it use to be, and I don’t really enjoy having her in my company. Don’t get me wrong, I still have some feelings for her, but I can tell our marriage is falling apart, and I don’t know why. I’ve gone around the neighborhood for advice, but no one seems to know what to do. I feel bad that we’ve been together for so long, and the marriage I’ve always wanted is falling apart. So, I find refuge in Molly. I know, it’s kind of hard to explain when I go to her house, but I just talk to her. She agrees with me that my marriage is falling apart, and I’m being to think that it’s for the best. I mean, I can always find love with another female, right? I’ll just need to keep this in mind next time I go to visit Molly and discuss my marriage problems. I mean, she is a very attractive female and her son is pretty cool. Well, he seems like it whenever I talk to him. They’re both pretty cool, but I think I might want to start limiting my visits to their house. It might look a bit suspicious if I go over there too often. Don’t want to have Whispering Palms gossiping about me…

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Username: Runaway_Coke17
Role: Prince Two
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HAY THAR
my name is Chip Gavin Jackson, but call me just Chip. Alex was the only one who called me Chippy. .
so, im basicallythe perfect match.

farther inside me

on January First, i turned seventeen.
if you didn't notice, i'm a charming male, and i love those sexy girls.
I definitely would die without chocolate, skittles, friends, and thunderstorm.
but I could do without spiders, clowns, being touched, and no cell phone service.
nightmares? in mine are death, losing those i love, and heights.

how don't you know?

some people say im encouraging, amusing, charming, and different.
you didn't know? how could you not? I'm thinking about suicide..
i think i forgot to say Alex was my life, and I have nothing left of her except . . . Lane..

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[Runaway_Coke17]

★ chen jinhai gueng
★ the ginger
★ male + straight
★ january first + twenty-six
★ new york, new york
★ apprentice at a local law firm
★ vain | seductive | stubborn | loud-mouthed
★ arguments | thunderstorms | music | singing
★ being wrong | heights | spiders | chocolate
★ angels - within temptation
★ runaway_coke17 + Jiro Wang

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anaana


Ｗｉｔｈｉｎ Ｔｅｍｐｔａｔｉｏｎ & Ｎｉｇｈｔｗｉｓｈ <3



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kacｂａｂｙ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｂｅ ｆｏｏｌｅｄ ｂｙ ｍｅ
kaceｕｎｄｅｒ ｔｈｉｓ ｓｋｉｎ ｌｕｒｋｓ ａ ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ
kaceyｗｈｏ ｉｓ ｋｉｌｌｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ ｂｌｏｏｄ.

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☼ + ☁ = ☂

xxxxxx ❝I see the angels I'll lead them to your door.❞

[ Sιmply cαll mε ] - Kodan Michael Jackson ; Kodan
[ I'm nστ τhατ σιd ] - Seventeen
[ Bυy mε α ρrεsεnτ ] - January First
[ I'm nστ τσ ταιι ] - six foot two
[ Dσn'τ cαιι mε fατ ] - one hundred and fifty-five pounds
[ My hαir is nατυrαιιy ] - very dark brown
[ Yσυ ωιsh yσυr εyεs ωεre ] - chocolate brown
[ Exτrα sτυff ? ]- I can sing pretty well if I feel up to it, and I have my tongue pierced.
[ Mακε my dαy ] - thunderstorms | good grades | movies
[ Eω dοn'τ mακε mε pυκε ] - blood | parties | grades below B's
[ Thιs ιs mε ] - intelligent | thoughtful | charming

✿ + ☼ = ✪

xxxxxx ❝There is no escape now, no mercy no more.❞

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Harper Madison Hannel

❛ villain ❜

ѕ¢яαт¢нιηg тнє ѕυяƒα¢є

✐ Harper Madison Hannel
✐ Harp and Maddy
✐ Dashae
✐ Nineteen
✐ Bisexual with a habit to flirt often.

ρσωєяѕ, уσυ ѕαу?

pyrokinesis:

Well, if you don’t know what pyro means then your just stupid. I have pyrokinesis which deals with manipulating fire. I can make fire dance if I actually feel up to it. My powers are pretty impressive to those around me for several reasons; I can produce balls of fire and cause streams of fire to come out of my fingertips. I can stretch my powers to do a lot, but I can’t do something. For example, I can’t go out in the pouring rain without some type of protection. Oh! While I’m talking about it, I can get burned by other fire. Even my fingertips and my hands sometimes get singed by the fire I produce. Also, water can pretty much defeat me. You won’t see me anywhere near a body of water or anything like that. So, I’m not that invincible.



му ѕтσяу


My birth was just like every other baby’s birth. My mother was screaming out my dad about how he cursed her with this damn kid. All the while, he ignored her cries and filmed what the doctor was doing. After finally pushing, I decided that it was best to make my entrance in the world. Luckily, my mother didn’t break something while giving birth to me. Right then, my parents had a feeling I would be extraordinary due to the fact I came out glowing. Yep, a bright orange color that resembled flames. It disappeared right when they detached the only thing that connected me with my mother. It was a bit bizarre, but no one decided that it was important enough to look into. A couple days later, my mother and I was discharged from the hospital.

But the glowing orange color wasn’t the only strange thing about me. As I grew older, I began to take interest in the fireplace located under the mantle in my house. My mother and father also played this off, thinking that every normal kid went through the same stage. They ignored it up until I was in second grade. A boy managed to get under my skin since he kept poking me in class, and I stood up and threatened him. Ha, the funny thing was; I threatened to throw him into the fireplace and watch him burn. Obviously, the teachers thought my disturbed comment had something to do with what was going on with my family. After looking into it, they decided that it was just merely child talk. My parents sat me down and had a long talk to me about the dangers of fire. I didn’t really listen too well, and I ended up stealing my mom’s lighter from her cigarettes. While upstairs in my room, I accidentally caught the paper on fire, and the fire ended up taking my mom’s life. Honestly, nobody viewed it as my fault since my mother ran in to save some family photo in her room. My older brothers were pissed that she died, but they ended up getting over it.

As disturbed as I appeared, I was only trying to fit in with everyone around me. So, when I managed to make it into high school, I started hanging out with the shadier kids in town. My brothers disapproved of this, saying that they did a lot of drugs and stole things from other people. I didn’t really mind it since I was beginning to take up a rebellious stage. It was one day that I was with them when I discovered my powers. I managed to get mad at this dude for using the money I lent him on drugs. So, I did the only thing logical in my mind. I wished the dude dead and when I raised my hand to warn him, fire shot out of my fingertips. Needless to say, I ran as far as I could from everyone that witnessed it. I moved in with a trusted friend of mine that would help me get under control.

That’s when he brought up the subject of being a villain or hero. Honestly, I was more up for being a hero, but he changed my mind. We reasoned over it all and decided that my powers were to be used for crimes. Not only would it bring us money, but it would also let me release whatever anger I felt. Ha, Quincy was definitely right about it being sweet using my powers for evil. He was the mastermind behind most of my plans, and I can’t thank him enough. Unfortunately, his little words ended up backfiring on him when he irritated me. Let’s just say, he’s now floating in the local stream, hopefully heading for a big ocean to dispose of his ashes. I feel bad that I had to do it, but he was getting a bit too out of hand and almost started telling people bout my powers. And I can’t really have that out…not yet anyways.




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My personality is pretty interesting. I have mood swings often, so I can be the sweetest person you’ve ever met and then change into a totally b***h. I’m a realistic, and I don’t fantasize about meeting prince charming. Hell, I could care less if my so-called ‘soul mate’ ever finds me. I don’t find love to be real, and I would rather not deal with it. I’m just a bit stubborn. You can’t make up my mind, and I’m pretty much always right. You can’t tell me otherwise because I’ll just get ticked off. Yes, I do get mad very easily. Meaning, if you mess with me, you’ll get burned with fire. Literally. I’m not a very serious person, and I can crack jokes whenever I feel up to it. Though, there are some situations that I can be quite serious. My humor is a bit on the perverted side since I was raised by three guys but don’t mind that.

Wow, despite some of my realistic views, I can be a bit imaginative. Not too much, just a smidge. My mind can produce some juices to create out very out-of-the-box plans. Other than that, I don’t use my imagination for silly little day dreams about who I might end up with. I might as well give you a heads-up. I hold grudges until I practically die. I don’t enjoy anyone backstabbing me or defeating me in a battle. I’ll always come back victorious not matter how many times you try to stop me. I always seem to get my revenge one way or another - even if it means killing someone’s loved one. As you can tell, I’m pretty much a cold-hearted b***h. I don’t care about anyone else but myself. You’ll just have to deal with whatever comes out of my mouth. Ha! I can be pretty flirty at times. If I think you look promising, I’ll attempt to charm you with whatever I can muster up. Then, I’ll probably try to make you become a villain. If I don’t, well, you’re just one lucky son-of-a-gun.






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KODANMICHAELJACKSON

[[run, baby , run
don't ever look b a c k
they'll tear us apart
if you give them a chance]

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i see the angels, i'll lead them to your door.
there's no escape now, no mercy no more

______________________________» ` madison alexandra jackson
__________________________________- - - maddy
______________________________» ` december thirty-first
__________________________________- - - seventeen
______________________________» ` glasses 3
__________________________________- - - flawless 3
______________________________» ` Runaway_Coke17

- - - diary effect ; Why the hell would you want to know my life story? I mean, it isn’t that exciting, but it is pretty interesting if you care to hear the tell. I guess I should get started. My father Nicholas and my mother Maryann were what you called secret lovers. With him being thirty-four and married, he kept my sixteen year old mother a secret. They met up at night whenever they managed to get away from both of their families. My father basically used my mother for sex. When she revealed one night that she was pregnant, the coward gathered up his clothes and told her it wasn’t a good idea to continue their little affair. My mother was completely heartbroken, and my father just left her there in the hotel room. To my mother, it seemed like there wasn’t anything to live for anymore - especially since she had lost the man she loved. Hell, she was sixteen and pregnant with an older man’s child. When she revealed this to my grandmother, she was instantly kicked out and moved in with my grandfather. The only reason my father even took my mother in was because she looked pathetic and pretty bloated. In other words, he pitied her for losing the one she loved. The funny thing was, my mother and grandfather actually started to get along and bond together. They picked out furniture for my room and even prepared for my arrival. The two seemed to be getting along quite well since they felt each other’s pain. My grandfather lost my grandmother and my mother lost my father. The two could relate to each other. My grandfather was caring despite his stony face. He stayed up whispering calming words in my mother’s ear whenever she needed it. But who cares about them, let’s fast forward nine months to my arrival. My father actually showed up in the hospital room when I was being born. My mother practically screamed for the guards when he showed up. First, he caused her to get knocked up. Second, he abandoned her when she needed him the most. Last but not least, he managed to make himself look like a totally idiot when he came in the room she was staying at. So, all in all, my mother got her way, and he was thrown out of the hospital without a second thought. A few minutes later, I entered the world with my deafening sobs.

Needless to say, when the cops came to investigate why the thirty-four year old Nicholas was there, my mother revealed everything. Pretty soon they took the thing to court, and my mother won fair and square. My father was sentenced to jail for having sex with a minor, and his wife came over to talk with my mom. Surprisingly, the two girls became close friends. After having my fourth birthday, my mother casually tossed out that she had become interested in girls more than any of the guys she had dated. My grandfather took this as no surprise, seeing how the two men in her life had disappointed her. Not long after, my mother and her little friend had something more than a friendship. At first, everyone found this awkward due to the fact they were under and impression my mother was straight. Growing up, I found respect for my mother and her little girlfriend. When I was in kindergarten, they both encouraged me to get out there and make a name for myself. Slowly, I came out of my little shell I was in and became one of the class clowns. My jokes had people rolling with laughter. Kids and grown-ups found my little dimples as interesting as my humor I happened to inherit from my mother. Kids cherished me and always invited me to their birthday parties. This boosted my confidence in myself and also helped me develop a big ego. When I turned ten, I decided that it would be a great age to have a big birthday bash. After sending out my invitations and waiting by the phone forever, I was shocked when nobody called to tell me they were coming. My heart was shattered when I returned the school the next day and asked a couple people why they didn’t call when they promised they would. My cute little pout didn’t spare me from having the truth when they told me that their parents didn’t want them around lesbians.

Despite being put down for having a gay mother, I managed to make it through elementary school and middle school before running into a small bump in the road. James Karol happened to cross my path one the way to school. After talking to him for a few months, he finally ended up asking me out for dinner. My mother disapproved of it at first, but she allowed me to go out with him. I swear I feel in love with that boy. He had my heart, and his sweet kisses brought me down to my knees. I was head over heels for James, and I was glad he wasn’t like my worthless father. We discussed many things together like what we would name our kids and how our wedding would be planned out. We dreamed big, and the world was like our playground. At least until drugs started to get involved in our relationship. I would sometimes arrive at my boyfriend’s apartment only to find him drunk and slurring about how he was sorry and wanted to make it up to me. The drinking and drugs dug themselves deeper into his skin when we were at his apartment one night. I had gotten up to get something to drink and came back to find him with a needle stuck in his arm. When I confronted him about it, he took it too offensive and slapped me. Let’s just say I didn’t stick around. I broke it off with him and walked out of the door. When I came crying to my mother, she cradled me and assured me there were better people than James anyways. So, I did what I normally do after a break-up; I told a joke and looked at the brightside. There weren’t any drugs in my life, and I doubt that I’ll ever fall for a dude that hard again. My heart mended itself by clinging to the computer. I spent my day on myspace, taking photos for my little internet fans that adored me and my little jokes.

My fans demanded pictures, and I would give it to them. Their praises helped get my mind off of James and even helped boost my confidence. I became more dependent on the computer and stayed on twenty-four seven. I couldn’t even get up to get a job, it was just that bad. My need to be applauded was strong, and I craved attention from everyone. I did everything I could to get attention on and off the computer. The only things I didn’t do was smoke, do drugs, and drink. I snagged other people’s attention by dressing in bright clothing or telling more jokes. My mother considers this a phase of mine, but I think it came along with the whole myspace addiction. The people who comment my pictures praise me about my looks and give me all their attention. They ask for pictures and funny jokes, and I give them what they want. I mean, I can’t deny them! I might end up being famous, and I can look back at all the people who worshiped me. What was even funnier was when I was uploading pictures one day. I saw an ad for these sweet-looking glasses. I clicked on it and entered in the information that was needed to ship the glasses. When it said the package would arrive in a day or so, I nearly screamed with excitement. I’m just hoping these glasses will receive approval from my friends on myspace. I ‘m pretty sure they will, but you never know with people these days!

- - - persona ; Let’s just get my personality out of the way, shall we? The first thing you’ll notice about me is how unstable I happen to be. I break down about the smallest things, and I’ll hide in my room for a while. My mind just can’t take certain things. If it does, it takes a while to settle down and actually sink into my brain. I just flip out because of the fact it’s throwing my life into chaos. Well, some people don’t think it will but that’s what runs through my mind whenever it happens. Anyway, I can find humor in the easiest of things. I tell jokes when I feel like lightening the mood, and I usually mutter corny pick up lines. I don’t really mean them, they just sort of slip. Trust me, I’m always looking on the internet for funnier jokes or those corn pick up lines I love. Don’t be surprised if I randomly start spitting out some kind of corny joke. I’m always looking for the perfect opportunity to do so.

People have told me that I’m pretty quirky. Honestly, I have some very odd-habits, but I’m not that bizarre. I just happen to be someone who is unique. I’m not one of those people that can be copied easily. I should warn you, I get jealous pretty easily. If I stake my claims on a guy and you touch him; it’s on. There’s no if, ands, or buts. I will confront you and usually yell at you for even considering that you liked him. Well, that isn’t the only thing that might set the green monster on you. Just don’t do it, okay? Despite getting upset and jealousy easily, I can actually be a very bubbly person. I’m always up for helping out and doing things with my friends. You can mostly find me in a positive mood and dancing around like a person on crack. Ha! Anyway, I can be very artistic. My grandfather taught me how to draw and helped me out with some things. I’m currently taking art classes to get a steady hand, but I’m pretty good at it.

I am a bit of an attention whore. Not to the point when I’m demanded praises and compliments all the time, but I do enjoy them. When I feel up to it, I will do something to cause the whole room to look at me. Though, I usually do that when I’m bored and being ignored by those around me. As long as someone is chatting with me, I’m perfectly fine. I have a thick head and by that I mean I’m as stubborn as a mule. Good luck getting anything through my head! When my mind is made up, it’s pretty hard changing whatever decision I have made. You would think that I’d be pretty flexible, but I have my little moments. When you ignore all my flaws and irritating personality traits, you’ll find that I’m actually a decent person. I’m one of those caring people that will support a friend in their time of need. If they need something done, they come to me because I’m willing to help anyone. Hell, I would give shelter to a strange if they absolutely needed it. The world is a place filled with people who need help, and I’m intent on pleasing them.

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______________________________» ` ear lobes pierced and tongue ring
______________________________» ` none
______________________________» ` dark brown almost a blackish color
______________________________» ` chocolate brown
______________________________» ` five foot four.
______________________________» ` one hundred and three-five.

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spacespaceyou should know, i'm not special like you think.
spacespacespacei have emotions that i wear on my sleeves, just like every other girl.
spacespacespacespacemy heart is a fragile piece that i hand out to nearly anyone.
spacespacespacespacespaceplease, don't be all like those other boys in my life.
spacespacespacespacespacespaceust do me a very big favor and just stay in my life for as long as you can.

dotdotheartheart<3►xxjust be flawless

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wendy isabella darling !

╭xxxxxxxx╮

let's face the facts, lucy.
you're in the real world, not your fantasy one.
just get over it, and we can both continue our lives.
me with my reality world and you with your fantasy world.

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i'm not crazy
xxxxxxi just have a lot of fears★

ANDREW JACOB JACKSON

andy ; jakexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Yes, I am afraid of small spaces and the thought of being locked in them.
★ twenty-one years old
★ ever since December Thirty-First
★ doctor screamed i was a little boy blue
★ those silly Cinderellas are what i swing for.
★ color me Dodger Blue & Rosy Brown

I know! I should write a book, Huh?

A story, eh? I guess, I’ll entertain you with my so-called life story. I was born in Canada to two unlucky teenagers. They weren’t expecting me, and they didn’t even want me. My mother was just the local slut that slept around, and my father happened to be a star jock. Nobody really saw me coming, so they didn’t really worry about it. My mother just claimed she was putting on weight until she finally spilled the beans to my father. Needless to say, he disappeared out of my life pretty easily. After my mother gave birth to me, she didn’t even bother to even hold me and feel what it felt to be a mother. She signed me over to a less fortunate couple that couldn’t have children. Ha, yes I was raised by two lesbians. They were the sweetest girls you could possibly meet, which is why I’m a bit on the soft side. They raised my like other parents would - with care, respect, and sweet intentions in their minds. I was pretty much raised as a momma boy, but I wasn’t one to stand aside and let someone talk crap about me. I wasn’t the local bully, and I definitely wasn’t their target. I fought with my fist and actually threatened to kill them if they didn’t shut up.

So, I grew to dislike anyone that bullied others and talked bad about the gay community. I became one of those heroic people that roamed the neighborhood to make sure none of the kids were being made fun of. I was actually on top of the middle school world until my eighth grade year. Word got around to the high school bullies that I was going to trash their reputation when I managed to get into the school. So, they did things they naturally would - except with a twist. I was walking home from school when I heard a cry coming from the alleyway. As curious as I was, I went to investigate and walked into my own little trap. Instantly I felt a million hands grabbing at me, and they threw a bag over my head. Someone knocked me out from behind, and I blacked out without a single punch to defend myself. They tied me up pretty good and when I woke up; I was in the truck of a car. I wasn’t sure where I was at, but the car wasn’t moving an inch. It seemed like they had just stopped in the middle of nowhere and left me in the trunk to die. Being in the small space, I started to run out of oxygen and faded in and out of consciousness. I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to roll over and butt dial my mom. When she received no reply, she panicked and called the police. Not long after, the cops found me and practically pried me from the truck.

I was never really the same after that. I developed a fear of enclosed space due to the fact I stayed in the back of a trunk for a day or so. I would wake up from dreams in a cold sweat and clawing at my covers to make sure the room wasn’t closing in on me. My parents didn’t know exactly what to do and even asked around about the little phobia. It seemed to be controlling my life, and I couldn’t even go into a closet without suddenly hyperventilating. It seemed that my life was twisted upside-down, and it was practically impossible to do anything without some kind of paranoia. My friends at school found my newfound behavior pretty foolish, but they tried to ignore the fact. Though, some did get pretty irritated and just threw away the whole friendship we had. I became a bit distant towards those around me, not willing to talk to anyone who couldn’t understand my little crisis. For once in my life, I felt completely alone since no one else felt the same way about spaces that seemed to close in on me. The last straw happened to fall when I went to work one day. It was a normal day, and nothing was out of the ordinary about the crisp day.

My coworkers thought it would be funny to mess around with my head. When I came into work, they informed me I would be working from a cubicle. I was a bit uncomfortable with the small space, but I didn’t want to get fired. Once I settled into my desk, I went to work right away until the walls around me seemed to move. At first, I thought it was my imagination until I realized they really were closing in on me. I curled up into a ball and started breathing hard, my eyes glowed with fear until my coworkers peeked over and realized how it was affecting me. They let me go at work after I nearly went off on everyone of those son-of-a-bitches. When my mothers realized what had happened, they sent me off to this fear clinic. I’m pretty sure it’s just a psyche ward, but I’m going to try to give it a try. Thought, I hope that the walls won’t fall in on me…

● What can I say? I’m just a bit too paranoid for my own good. For a period in my life, my parents actually thought I had schizophrenia because of the fact that I was constantly looking over my shoulders. I always had a feeling of being watch, and I couldn’t quite explain it. I’ve grown out of the childish stage, but I still have the feeling of paranoia. Well, more because I want to fit in with the rest of the people my age. Despite feeling a bit out of the loop, I’m a pretty chill guy. I have my anger problems that are usually provoked by people I dislike with a passion. It bizarre to actually see me angry at someone since I’m usually a bubbly fellow. Well, if I’m not worried about fitting in with the other people around me. Yes, I’m pretty worrisome in spite of my attempts not to worry to much. I stress out a lot and try to do things that others will like. I’m all about ‘fitting in’ but at the same time, I like to be different. Maybe a bit? Being different is cool and all, but I just want to be normal and not have a big fear of enclosed spaces.

Anyway, I have a habit of being called adorable. People will random come up to me and pinch my cheeks as if I was a little kid. My mother claims that I have a ‘baby face’ and that’s why people tend to do that often. I don’t see what they see, though. When I look in the mirror, I only see myself and nothing adorable about that. I’m pretty stubborn when I feel up to it. I’m a determined male, so once I set my mind to it, you better believe I’m going to do it. The only things that can stop me are enclosed spaces and some of my other weaknesses. I’m pretty humorous when I feel up to it. I can crack a joke in a matter of seconds to cheer someone up. I always want to make someone smile or actually feel good about myself. Seeing someone smile over my jokes often cause a bubbly feeling in my stomach. Yes, I put others in front of me. I’m a sweet and modern boy if you don’t catch me at the wrong time.


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