I used to be different. I used to be a player. I used to go to college and study fine art. I used to have a brother who was paranoid schizophrenic. I used to do a lot of drugs. I used to say squiggle instead of squirrel because I couldn't pronounce it and I was like four. I used to lie to people. I used to be all punk rock. I used to want to be a comic book artist. I used to think that I was going to end up going to hell. I used to believe in a god. I used to have a mother. I used to daydream about having super powers. I used to be a lot of things. I used to hope that someday I would get to be someone different.
I kind of got that.
None of that stuff is true of me anymore.
Well except I still on occaision smoke weed and I still have dyed blue hair, oh and I still sometimes daydream about the superpowers.. But other than that I swear.
To find out the kind of person I am now, well you'd have to read my journal I suppose.
I'm sat here.. with my fingers crossed.. hoping that I might get the attention of a couple of people that write.. I mean really write.. like things that aren't just 'I did xyz today' posts or copied up twitter posts.. something that actually lets me know what kind of person is there, sat writing the thing.
Other than that, no special requests.