I Am What I Am
I am a lot of things. I’m part o f the Vikings, fur obsessed with battle axes, streaming fourth from the Netherlands. I am part of the Gram Clan, proud to bear our sigil. My blood is of science and strength, courage and fight. My people stand up for ourselves, as do I. We’re taught to fight, to be strong, to never back down. I am a lot of things. I am what I am.
I’m obsessed with art and music, anime and fruit. Technology compatible, almost obsessed, with USB drives and cords. I’m a fan of Pokemon, Eevee and Absol and all Eevee’s evolutions. I am the Pokemon Master in at least five games. I’m in love with Sora, fighting Heartless with his Keyblade. But I can’t forget Gaara, the sandman with black rings around his eyes. Or the obnoxious Naruto, or perverted Kakashi. We can’t forget InuYasha, hardheaded and stubborn, or the goodhearted Kira. Kiba Inuzuka, and Kiba the wolf. James of Team Rocket, Envy the Homunculus, Sora the assassin. Sweet, innocent Daisuke, justice obsessed Robin. Bipolar Haru and forever hungry Hige. I love piercings and tattoos. My heart belongs to a Fox. I’m afraid of needles, pain, and chickens. Of sour milk and the dark, but only when I’m alone.
I am golden. Long strands of spun gold chopped off and dyed to show heartbreak. I am emerald sighted, black rings forever around my eyes. I am short, yet thin. Fun sized, as Travis once said. I dress how I like, black and reds, lace and fishnets, cats and bats, and glow-in-the-dark underwear. I don’t take crap from others. Unless, of course, they’re bigger than me. Then I just kick them and run away. I am what I am, and nothing more. Nor anything less.
I am a writer, with thirty something unfinished stories. I hope to fall in love, which seems to happen whether I like it or not. I want people to think I’m beautiful, I want to be loved. I’m a hopeless romantic. Someday I want to tell everyone I know I love them, and have every single one tell me they love me back. I want to learn Japanese, and about fifty other languages. My goals are simple, ‘cause I go with the flow.
I’m shy and quiet, yet loud and obnoxious. I tend to lose friends, no matter how hard I try to keep them. I’m lazy and a procrastinator, I’m dumb and jealous. But I try to be happy, and I try to make people around me happy. I do the best I can, and when I’m stuck with something I don’t like, I do my best in it anyway. Like band, I hated it but I chose to do honor band also, and working in the kitchen I try my hardest. There’s tons wrong with me, but I do what I can not to show it.
I’m obsessed with art and music, anime and fruit. Technology compatible, almost obsessed, with USB drives and cords. I’m a fan of Pokemon, Eevee and Absol and all Eevee’s evolutions. I am the Pokemon Master in at least five games. I’m in love with Sora, fighting Heartless with his Keyblade. But I can’t forget Gaara, the sandman with black rings around his eyes. Or the obnoxious Naruto, or perverted Kakashi. We can’t forget InuYasha, hardheaded and stubborn, or the goodhearted Kira. Kiba Inuzuka, and Kiba the wolf. James of Team Rocket, Envy the Homunculus, Sora the assassin. Sweet, innocent Daisuke, justice obsessed Robin. Bipolar Haru and forever hungry Hige. I love piercings and tattoos. My heart belongs to a Fox. I’m afraid of needles, pain, and chickens. Of sour milk and the dark, but only when I’m alone.
I am golden. Long strands of spun gold chopped off and dyed to show heartbreak. I am emerald sighted, black rings forever around my eyes. I am short, yet thin. Fun sized, as Travis once said. I dress how I like, black and reds, lace and fishnets, cats and bats, and glow-in-the-dark underwear. I don’t take crap from others. Unless, of course, they’re bigger than me. Then I just kick them and run away. I am what I am, and nothing more. Nor anything less.
I am a writer, with thirty something unfinished stories. I hope to fall in love, which seems to happen whether I like it or not. I want people to think I’m beautiful, I want to be loved. I’m a hopeless romantic. Someday I want to tell everyone I know I love them, and have every single one tell me they love me back. I want to learn Japanese, and about fifty other languages. My goals are simple, ‘cause I go with the flow.
I’m shy and quiet, yet loud and obnoxious. I tend to lose friends, no matter how hard I try to keep them. I’m lazy and a procrastinator, I’m dumb and jealous. But I try to be happy, and I try to make people around me happy. I do the best I can, and when I’m stuck with something I don’t like, I do my best in it anyway. Like band, I hated it but I chose to do honor band also, and working in the kitchen I try my hardest. There’s tons wrong with me, but I do what I can not to show it.