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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
Friday, May 18, 2012, 11:01 PM
Nothing can stop me...
I don't like confrontation and I'm pretty sure you don't either but this has to be done. You're sending me mixed messages and it's leaving me hopeless and confused. I mean you sat there and told me all these nice things and made me feel like I was something special. You don't tell a girl you're in love with her and expect her to treat it lightly. It's something you have to MEAN. And you've gotten me stupid over you, but the fact that sometimes you make it seem like I'm one of many and other times you act like I'm everything, makes me really confused. I'd like to know how you really feel so I can stop sitting and wondering every day. I mean really, you told me you loved me and acted like I was different and encouraged me to leave Bo, now that I have you seem to have changed your mind about me. I know I'm being silly, but you should have known you would have such an effect on me.
