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I'm Amy. I'm growing up. And this is my past, present, and future.
I know you'll come in the night like a thief.
But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique.
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust.
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up.
So do you think that we could work out a psalm?
So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try.
I know you'll come for the people like me.
But we all got wood and nails,
And talk dirt at hating factories.
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My name is Amy. I'm a Gemini. I'm 25 years old. I'm a struggling artist, and an overly opinionated martyr of my beliefs. My past experiences, no matter how petty or dramatic they were, molded me into who I am today. I'm still changing every day.
I'm an artist. I love to draw and make things in photoshop [such as this blogger layout]. I also love music; I dabble in piano a little bit. I only know how to play other songs, of course. Nothing original. I like to write as well. Pretty much anything that involves the arts is something I enjoy doing. It gets me through the day and gives me a chance to express myself.
I have many friends who have come and gone, some who are even enemies now. Regardless, they've taught me a lot. I've learned to be more humble, tolerant, and kind, but also I've learned things like never to trust anyone completely off the bat, and to usually expect the worst. I'm generally pretty pessimistic and I think irrationally, but that's a nasty habit I'm trying to break. My intentions are good. That's something I must always remind myself and everyone else of. I have anxiety but I'm learning to control it better every day. This time a year ago it was impossible for me to socialize, but nowadays it's easier. Time mends everything.
I'm not really good at these self-describing things anymore. If you want to know me, ask me yourself. :3
Thursday, June 30, 2011, 10:55 AM
I love/d you
Does a love triangle exist?
I don't even know if it's really there. I'm hallucinating.
I just know I'm glad to see something other than evil in your eyes
and I'm glad to know I make someone out there happy
even though they're about to leave.
If you can change baby, I can change the world. You were a sick and vile human being, and for once in your eyes, instead of the crazies, I saw [a little bit of red] and just, you being human. You weren't stressing about girls.. you weren't worried about getting into my pants [for the first time in ever?] and I got along with you. When I was wrapped around your finger and dawdling in your existence for months at a time, we didn't even get along. It's true, you actually looked into yourself and became respectable.. and you didn't smell like shit like you used to. How happy does this all make me? Very. Maybe I can be your friend again now.
