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Well I figured I might as well write something about myself..

Im a person who's soul probably dwells in another place, but due to the mundane demands of life, my body functions here. My mother tells me that im otherworldly.. I just think half the time im crazy..

my soul shines from black to light grey, and on those odd occasions I may have inspiration to write of pure words and all those transcended emotions that keep us grasping for life.... love. But most of the time i find inspiration from chaotic emotions and grief. I think my poems reflect the essence of me, I am dark, but silver shines on the edge....

My tastes of music are just as varied. My favourate bands at the moment are Paramore and within temptation. But I cant resist the pull of the piano... the melencholic notes that have a life of their own. I like trying to play them on my keyboard, alone, where i can drift to that place... The one im trying to learn at the moment is 'The river flows in you' and Bella's Lullaby, both from the excellent Twilight Film. My best friend informs me that my music and taste reflect my 'phases' that i go through now and again.. Must be the moon's influence,

What else?
I study Psychology at University, People think i have a knack for it-- actually I just do it so that I can compare myself to cases of people who have lost the plot, so that I know if im crazy or not. Am I?

my life as shown me many paths which I felt they havent been choices, but glimpses of other lifes. I have seen the dark and the light.. I suppose tahts why im open minded and accept almost.. ALMOST anything. only thing im against is anything involving children, Iknow hoe it feels to bury one and have your heart torn and shattered.. so why would people hurt them on purpose? I dont know- even psychology doesnt know.
But back to my point...
Yes i have been the self-harmer, the abused, and abuser.. the lost and lonely, the desperate and confused, the happy estatic and the person falling apart at the seams... The person who wishes for something not realising i have it, the person who loves but have been lost in that love.

I am you.. just the same... searching for something on this site that can help to answer my questions-
1. who am I really?
2. and if i know the answer, will I be able to love myself?
3. Would you love and accept me?

But my Mum loves me ...so I guess im going to be ok!

Thankyou for reading the above dialogue