Unisexual, homicidal, immensely cuddly hobo.
I'm Amanda. I graduated May 2009. Freedom.
Around September I'm taking a roadtripp.
To find myself?
I'm seventeen years old. I don't know myself.
I know the basics. Those things that I love.
My passions::
music
reading
writing
driving
among other things.
You may think its strange that I need to find myself.
Or perfectly normal. All I know is that I've been trapped.
I live in Michigan, yep.. Wonderful.
Not even lower Michigan. The UP.
Everyone thinks we're part of Canada or Wisconsin.
Nope. Michigan. But either way.. Its a wasteland.
I've lived here since I was five. Before that I lived in the city.
I want back.
So I'm putting off college. Is that stupid? I dont care.
I dont want to go to college. Not right now. That's my choice.
I just want to drive. Until I reach the end of the road.
Or find myself. I know what comes first. But I need to take that step.
I say all of these cliche things. I fall too fast and I always think I've found the one.
I never have and I dont know if I will. I need the experience of heartbreak.
I think I'll say I have trust issues. And jealousy problems.
I think that's perfectly normal. So here I am.
Seventeen year old girl, freshly graduated.
Lost in her own body and a complete disaster.
Way too dependant on people and sarcastic as fuck.
And now you think you know me.
Well, I don't even know myself.
So take another look.
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glamour glitch. on November 23Wow, I really love this page of yours.
Honesty is my best policy. (:
The quest of self-discovery is a dead-ended road, yet we all keep searching, why? Perhaps because the very idea perplexes us, perhaps we want so desperately to believe that certain places or people are the variables to finding the solution of the equation even when we know we'll never find ourselves in the end. Perhaps we think that nothing feels better than holding on to that last shred of hope when all else fails us.
I'm done rambling.
I probably made no sense. Oh well.
It's okay, I'm not insane. Just sane in an abstract way.
But, yeah. I'm Kaity. (: -
PerfectInperfection : great... on September 11i read some of your poems...they r really good[=
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-Koinu- : hey. Hey. HEY! on August 27I miss you. where did you go?
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Fosh on June 26okay. normally i dislike reading these kinds of things. angst, hurt, unrequited feelings. but i won't deny it, reading your words brought me back to the reality i lived in, and still live in. the intensity, the pain we write to let go, while we sadly realize this pain is being experienced by everyone else and we are no different. i respect you, and i thought you should know a complete stranger found solace in your words. keep up the writing, try not to lose sanity, as that is what i am struggling with, ha. you'll make it out okay.
