Post by invaderivy on Jul 7, 2009 9:11:52 GMT -5
'Ello there! Um.. gosh. ...What can I say about myself? Well, let's start with my name.
I'm Ivy.
I tend to be needy, overbearing, care too much, cry too often, speak too little and think more than I should. I step outside boundaries, and yet make sure not to stick out at the same time. I giggle a lot, I blush even more and I hate accepting gifts from people. I write and dance and sing and laugh, all while ensuring that the people I care about are happiest. I give trust over to people too easily, because I want to believe that there's good in the world. I also take that trust away from you, even if you don't do anything wrong. I'm broken, I'm insecure, I'm happy at the moment. I have an obsession with Invader Zim. When it's pouring rain outside, I like to go dance in it. Tiny, beautiful things fascinate me because when I die, they won't be around anymore. I'm impulsive to an excruiating degree, and I can be cruel when I get hurt. I try to believe in god, but so far, that isn't going to well for me. I'm a masochist, a pessimist, a pyromaniac, a poet and an overrated person. I hate who I used to be, I somewhat dislike who I am and I'll probably be okay with who I'm becoming. My life is on the fritz sometimes. But I learn how to cope with all the rather unseemingly drama. I love words because they're beautiful, and I hate being alone because it makes me think too much, even though I tend to over think things anyways. I'm only loud around people I'm comfortable with, and I'm only truly myself around even fewer. I tend to be shy around people I just met, or people that I know dislike me. I hate being not liked. It bothers me, because I go out of my way to please people.
And yeah. That's about it. If I failed to mention anything, talk to me. =]
I'm Ivy.
I tend to be needy, overbearing, care too much, cry too often, speak too little and think more than I should. I step outside boundaries, and yet make sure not to stick out at the same time. I giggle a lot, I blush even more and I hate accepting gifts from people. I write and dance and sing and laugh, all while ensuring that the people I care about are happiest. I give trust over to people too easily, because I want to believe that there's good in the world. I also take that trust away from you, even if you don't do anything wrong. I'm broken, I'm insecure, I'm happy at the moment. I have an obsession with Invader Zim. When it's pouring rain outside, I like to go dance in it. Tiny, beautiful things fascinate me because when I die, they won't be around anymore. I'm impulsive to an excruiating degree, and I can be cruel when I get hurt. I try to believe in god, but so far, that isn't going to well for me. I'm a masochist, a pessimist, a pyromaniac, a poet and an overrated person. I hate who I used to be, I somewhat dislike who I am and I'll probably be okay with who I'm becoming. My life is on the fritz sometimes. But I learn how to cope with all the rather unseemingly drama. I love words because they're beautiful, and I hate being alone because it makes me think too much, even though I tend to over think things anyways. I'm only loud around people I'm comfortable with, and I'm only truly myself around even fewer. I tend to be shy around people I just met, or people that I know dislike me. I hate being not liked. It bothers me, because I go out of my way to please people.
And yeah. That's about it. If I failed to mention anything, talk to me. =]
. Nice to meet ya Ivy.
