Make no mistake; I’m humble as can be. My challenges, my accusations and my disbelief are simply tests. This world is so strange, so different even from other members within it that I like to test its balance. Take a challenge here; make a challenge there, gaining information from everywhere. The cause and the reaction are my true teachers, each argument another lesson. Each boundary pushed is another skill gained, another secret whispered through my mind. Take nothing personal, my words, although my own, are tainted by the mischief caused by a knowledge thirsty heart. I’m an actress, a wishful poet, an angst ridden artist and a philosopher, struggling for new information, new worlds and boundaries. My words are my symbolic blood, metaphorically bleeding over the unfinished tapestry of life. My joy is taken in the unspoken praise, that simple tear glistening in the corner of my reader’s eye as the emotions I bled into my masterpiece finally take impact. The one they try to hide under a critical word. After all, so many choose not to show that tear, that soft glisten. For isn’t the social life simply a stage? This girl’s strong, defiant. This boy’s shy and quiet. Each group playing another role, each individual acting out their part, a play without rehearsals. A movie without a script. The roles we play, and the ones we choose aren’t always the same, I realize this. Each person has a deeper side, one that many try to suppress. Test me, the plot twist is welcome.
....not going to lie... I have that here because I can't remember my MySpace password and wanted it posted somewhere.