I'm 21, I plan to go to college, starting in Fall of 2011. I live to help people, to an almost unhealthy extent. I can't emotionally handle seeing people upset, and while I don't break down or anything, it'll bother me until I know they're better and I'll often times try anything I can to help them. It gets really bad when I feel somehow responsible for it...
I love music, I love to sing. If I ever was offered the chance to sing for a living rather then cook... I can't lie, I'd likely jump at the chance. But I'm realistic. That won't happen any time in MY life, so why bank on it? Cooking is FUN and I love it. I can honestly see myself doing that for the rest of my life!
I love to roleplay, though I've only found one person in a long, LONG time who'll give me any more than a day or two's worth of replies. It upsets me a bit, I love those long, drawn out, roleplays that last for MONTHS on end and leave you waiting for that person to be online to reply so you can see how it'll go! Like reading a good book!
Very recently, I was scanning online sites because I'm tired of being the way I am with certain things. If you know me, you know what I talk of...
Generalized Anxiety Disorder.
This term popped up, and I went through and read about it, and... really, a lot of it fits. If I EVER get in to see a shrink, I wouldn't be shocked if I was told I had this exact or a very similar disorder.
I'm really a great guy, or so I'm told... I've got a few people who would swear by it, which... never ceases to amaze me that people in this world honestly believe in me like that. I honestly don't know what I'd do if those three or four people stopped believing in me.
To those people. You know who you are... thank you for believing in me, you really do give me hope that I'll be happy some day.