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Gender: Female
Status: Engaged
Age: 24
Sign: Scorpio

State: Louisiana
Country: US
Signup Date: 7/1/2006
Friday, February 09, 2007 

Current mood:Livid
Category: Life
I doubt anyone will read this whole thing but oh well.

I don't know where to start. You would think it would come easy, since everyone's favorite topic is themselves, even if they don't want to admit it. Everyone keeps talking about who they are and what they've done, reiterating the same bullshit until the words make an imprint in your brain.  Anyways, for me, I let them talk. There is no "usually". Sure in the conversation, I passively speak about myself in one or two sentences, but three is the minimum. In general, whenever I speak, it's either I'm agreeing with you or nod my head while I verbalize "really?", "awesome", and "that's cool." to overuse. I confess that I am faking every bit of my sincerity and that I could really careless. Though if I am talking about things that actually matter, that's a sign that I'm really being genuine. All of this is not just due to the fact that I'm a bitch per say, it's just that no one really gives a fuck about what I say so I just don't give a fuck about their ramblings.

I am honestly trying to be a better person. I just dislike the fact that I can see the faults in people, and they can't admit them themselves, the way that I can. I'm really lame and you could probably tear me to pieces until they're the size of glitter, except I probably wouldn't sparkle. I like to listen to music without lyrics. I like art and mixed media paintings. I don't like love stories, it just sickens me and most often times they're incredibly slow. I wish I looked like Sienna Miller or Kate Bosworth. I'm trying to be atheist but it's difficult. Maybe I'm trying to be too perfect too fast. A mixtape, a poem, and a song can only get you so far. I hate love songs. I love Jude Law. I think he's unconventionally good looking. I'm tired of people coming up to me and asking about the most pettiest of things. I don't want to be the talking wall anymore, no one ever asks me about my insights.

Discard your perceptions about who I am. Write it all down and put it in the shredder. I take things personally and have moments where I am just horrible. I look into mirrors a lot for vanity reasons. There is no hint of sarcasm.
In actuality, I like to list all of my awful characteristics and painfully see myself through the looking glass as motivation to be someone better. Perfection is really self-destruction in disguise.