About
I exist in pieces.
A piece of myself is in my mind. A piece of myself is in yours, a piece in each of those who have ever seen or heard of my being.
No one knows the full extent of who I am, not I, not you, not anyone else.
In my mind I am an artist.
Materially, one who draws, musically, one who sings, spiritually, one who dreams.
I am vain and impatient, timid and thoughtful.
I smile at your pain and laugh at your insecurities, while I feel them deeper than my own.
I lack self-control even as I stand firm against myself.
I will follow temporary pleasures to throw them away at the end of the day.
I have no personal loyalties.
I am the Anonymous Attention Whore.
Journal
My Social Cocoon
My stuff, randomness, whatever....
Signature
Words aren't enough. That's why there's music.
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