Dae, Nikolai, Belial, brother, Josh. The names I go by.
I have seventeen years behind me, and six feet below me.
I try not to think about the past. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today, is a gift. That's why it is called the present. Control is an illusion. At least, in our hands. For example, you can choose where to plant a seed, but no matter what, the seed will be the same plant as its parent. You might want something else, but you won't get any of it. But, if you are determined enough, and want it enough, the universe will give you an opportunity to take it. Agh, that's enough philosophy for one day.
Likes: Laughing, joking, rping, quoting songs, slipping into accents every now and then, singing, listening to decent metal (not mainstream, please).
Hates: Prepubescent little boys who act tough, smartasses, cheaters, people who hurt those close to me, sprouts, rice pudding (seriously, wtf is that s**t?), liars.
Here's a picture from a year ago, get to know me and you might see a more recent one.
One last note: I don't need your respect, nor do I ask for it. Give it if you wish, but it isn't important. People's opinions don't matter to me. I am what I am.
Those I love, you know who you are.
Nikolai, punching out.
The random scrawlings of my mind.
[-insert witty comment here-]
"I could make you tea and some toast and rub your feet, and we could snuggle on the couch and watch TV, and if you're cold I could chop some wood for the fire, and give you piggy backs if you get tired, let's get together~"