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Post: 38991489_16 created on Sat Apr 12, 2008 9:51 amPosted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 9:51 am
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![]() xxxxVitale [Reeve] Jaspersxxxx Ty, Ty-Ty, Vee, Tale (pronounced Tal-ee), Ty-bear (by my sister) .m a y b e i ' l l m a k e i t o u t Though I may not act it, I am Seventeen, fixing to turn eighteen in September. Most people assume I’m younger because of my attitude and just how I react to things. I’m big into soccer and writing. I’ve done soccer since I was four and writing has always been something that I’ve done. To many creative thoughts rattling around upstairs and I’ve just got to put them down on paper. I’m hoping to get a creative writing major once I’m in college. Maybe aim for a scholarship with soccer. Saskia was my older sister, and I had no idea about what she was going through with Cale till it was already to late. My sister and I were pretty close, just because we got along easily and because of how mom reacted to Cale…though with everything that’s happened, I can see she was probably right not to like Cale. I used to play the piano a lot when I was younger, but I sort of stopped after I hit twelve. I’ve picked it back up again after Saskia died. Helps me relax some. I am positively addicted to Mountain Dew code red and Dr. Pepper Sodas. Why, I have no idea. since Saskia died, Mom and dad have become a little…well depressed. I suppose that’s what happens when parents loose a child, but mom has taken the worst of it because she refused to talk to Saskia because of her relationship with Cale. I have bouts of depression to, but knowing Saskia she wouldn’t want me to be that sad all the time so I try not to dwell on the fact that she’s gone… I’ve written a full novel and I’m toying with the idea of trying to get it published. I’m not sure though. I’m what you would call a Homosexual. For those of you who don’t like large words, that means I’m gay. I like my same gender. I like guys! So there you go. I’ve only had three relationships and they didn’t last to long. I like my sleep, and as of recently, my amount of sleep has dropped dramatically. To about twelve hours of sleep a week. I’m staying up really late and going to be around eight in the morning and sleeping for two hours before going on with my day. I haven’t told anyone about the sleep disorder yet, and I’m hoping it will go away. When I got the letter from my sister, I was pissed. I was pissed that she had hid the fact that she was being abused and never told me, or let me help in some way. I was one of the few people that were really close to her, she should have come to me and told me about what was happening. I know I’m younger than her, but still. She’s my sister and I had a duty to protect her! At least that’s what it felt like. I was angry for a while before the anger just sort of faded off into a bitterness that’s still there. I’m highly hyperactive. People say I’ve got A.D.H.D and I probably do. But I hate sitting still for long periods of time, and If I have to sit still, I’ll draw, I’ll write, I’ll stare off into space and day dream till I’m able to move around again. I get really hyper when I haven’t eaten something (stupid blood sugar) or when I’m running super low on sleep. But sugar highs don’t last to terribly long, and hour at the most. Then I crash and become a couch potato. I used to be pretty passive, but that’s changed in a BIG way. I’m more likely to get up in your face and try to punch you if you make me mad than sit around and give you the silent treatment like I used to. I can hold a grudge for a while, so if you do something to piss me off or upset me, then you better find a way to fix it, because I’m extremely stubborn (were talking like mule stubborn here) and I’m not about to cave first. over all I’m just a goofy, fun, nice guy that’s a little touchy with some things. I‘m very loving and sort of touchy feely. Not like grope-y but I hug people and I cuddle with people a lot (or at least with those who let me). I don‘t really have personal space. You could drape yourself all over me and I wouldn‘t care. Not a whole lot angers me, but you’ll know when you push the wrong button.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, A tender look which becomes a habit. dripping ink Dodger Blue and Slate Gray i am Boy #1, The deceased girl’s brother. dance vitale dance Goodbye for now - P.O.D at the keyboard PSYCHO_ChiiNADOLL |
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Though I may not act it, I am Seventeen, fixing to turn eighteen in September. Most people assume I’m younger because of my attitude and just how I react to things.















