In the end we're all just chalklines on the concrete, Drawn only to be washed away, For the time that I've been given, I am what I am...

Self Overview:
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-[!]Ghost XIII [!]-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- There's so much for me to say about myself that I have nothing to say. I can't describe myself in a few short sentences and expect someone to really even begin to understand me. I am a paradox in so many ways and most times I never know whether I'm coming or going. I normally just live my life from day to day, never really thinking too far ahead of myself. Although, I tend to live in the past and am a dreamer, always wishing for things that I know I will never have. The world confuses me, so I've stopped trying to figure it out. My knowledge and experiences are beyond my years and I am always contemplating something. I am a thinker and always have something on my mind. Most people are confused by me, because I never make much sense... A lot of times, I don't even understand myself. I always feel as if I am on the outside looking in and I strive to fit in just as much as I strive to be set apart. I have my issues just like anyone else, but I always feel as if everything that happens to me has never happened to anyone else. The majority of the time, I seem tough and unyielding... like nothing ever effects me...like I am untouchable and so confident... But deep down, I am actually insecure and yearn to be loved by everyone and I don't really like to be alone. I love to cuddle and always yearn for a gentle touch, but I push people away and secretly want to be roughed up. I am who I am and don't try to be anyone else. All I ask for is love and respect, open arms and open ears; someone to run to when I need a shoulder to cry on. Deep down inside, I am constantly hurting, but I never let anyone inside or open up... I always bottle it all up. All I ask is that you love me for who I am, accept all of me, even my flaws... Don't try to change me and don't try to fix what isn't broken... -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Final Words: (First: Fuck the Mainstream. I'm the Devil's Own.) (Secondly: I need no God for I worship myself. I am all I need. I am here for me and rely only on myself. I need no one. Bow down and make me your dark Goddess.) (Third: I love my boyfriend, Bryant, so much and would do anything for him. He's the love of my life, my hero and crazy Aussie lover, and means more to me than anything else in the world.) (Last, but definitely not least: I love Ivan Moody! He's my True Metal hero. I would do almost anything to be able to meet him and hang out with him.)