age: 19

hair: Blond

height: 6'00"

interests: Reading, music.

gender: Agender/Demi-boy? I don't really know,to be honest.

Dear bullies,

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself. You know that girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting on make-up hoping people will like her. That boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. See that young boy you just made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.

Re-Post this if you are against bullying.

Favorite bands:

La Dispute

"Eight"

1978 - San Diego:

I'd just come out the other side of a relationship that blew up

I was angry, and disillusioned, and ultimately self-destructive.

I'd lost everything I believed in

I was as utterly, completely alone as I've ever been.

So I began going on walks.

I started taking late-night walks around the San Diego suburb I was living in at the time.

I'd start walking early evening, and come back close to midnight, sometimes later

Walking and thinking and chewing over what had gone wrong with my life.

One night, at Fourth and E Streets, I got mugged and beaten by a street gang

Sent me to the hospital with serious intimations of mortality.

When the ER techs asked what my religion was, I refused to answer.

I made my private peace with the universe,

Content with whatever was going to happen, live or die.

Then something happened.

I got angry.

I got angry because I still had stories to tell.

So I fought back.

It took two months to fully recover.

But two things came out of that incident.

First: I have no fear of death. None whatsoever.

Second: As soon as I was well enough, I started walking again.

Sometimes until 3 or 4 in the morning,

Through parts of town that made even street people nervous.

When people asked what I was doing out there that late at night,

the only answer I could give was, "I'm looking for something."

So I kept walking through some of the most dangerous parts of San Diego,

before it got cleaned up,

When it was still home to hookers and drunks and gangs

Finally, one afternoon, I came to the same areas I walked through at night

And I was struck by the dichotomy between that corner at night,

And the very same corner during the day.

In the daylight, there were businessmen and kids and clerks,

Eager to get home to dinner and TV and family.

Then, later, came the night shift - the lost people

emerging from shadows and beds of pain to walk the same streets

In search of fixes, money, and bars,

Gradually fading away with the dawn.

Two totally different worlds,

Sharing nothing but longitude and latitude.

There was the nation in the day, and the nation at night,

Existing side by side but each fleeing the other;

A daylight nation and a midnight nation.

I saw a country bifurcated by more than just the presence and absence of light,

But by lives cast aside and lost and uncared for;

The walked away and the thrown-away on one side, and on the other,

Those who pretended not to see them, because not seeing is easier.

And I saw someone forced to walk both sides of the metaphor,

To learn that the greatest cruelty is our casual blindness to the despair of others,

That there but for the grace of whatever god you subscribe to goes any of us.

And finally, I realized that I had found what I was looking for,

Without ever being quite sure what it was.

I found a story that would make my own life make sense again.

This story.

I still take long walks

And I still stop and talk to the people who stand at the corner

And wait for something to happen to them,

Who wait for money to fall into a hat or a cup,

Who wait for someone to recognize their pain.

Because the line between the midnight nation

And the place where I sit right now,

Writing these words, is thin and ephemeral and can be crossed in an instant.

Because the road to the midnight nation can be erased only through compassion.

I found my story, this story, on a hazy afternoon in 1978.

Now it's yours.

The keys to the midnight nation are in your hands.

What you do with them is up to you.

J. Michael Straczynski.

Sherman Oaks, CA

July 21st, 2002.

La Dispute

"Six"

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain,

Whence the stone would fall back of its own weight.

They had thought with some reason

that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

Nothing is told us about Sisyphus in the underworld.

Myths are made for the imagination.

As for this myth, one sees merely the whole effort

of a body straining to raise the huge stone

To roll it and push it up a slope a hundred times over;

One sees the face screwed up, the cheek tight against the stone,

The wholly human security of two earth-clotted hands.

At the very end of his long effort, the purpose is achieved.

Then Sisyphus watches the stone rush down in a few moments

Toward the lower world whence he will have to push it up again toward the summit.

He goes back down to the plain.

It is during that return, that pause, that Sisyphus interests me.

A face that toils so close to stones is already stone itself.

I see that man going back down with a heavy yet measured step

Toward the torment of which he will never know the end.

That hour like a breathing-space which returns as surely as his suffering,

That is the hour of consciousness.

At each of those moments when he leaves the heights

And gradually sinks toward the lairs of the gods,

He is superior to his fate.

He is stronger than his rock.

The workman of today works everyday in his life at the same tasks,

And his fate is no less absurd.

But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.

Sisyphus knows the whole extent of his wretched condition:

It is what he thinks of during his descent.

There is no fate that can not be surmounted by scorn.

If the descent is thus sometimes performed in sorrow,

It can also take place in joy.

When the images of earth cling too tightly to memory,

It happens that melancholy arises in man's heart:

This is the rock's victory.

But crushing truths perish from being acknowledged.

Thus, Edipus at the outset obeys fate without knowing it.

But from the moment he knows, his tragedy begins.

Yet at the same moment, he realizes that the only bond

linking him to the world is the cool hand of a girl.

Then a tremendous remark rings out:

"Despite so many ordeals, my advanced age

And the nobility of my soul make me conclude that all is well."

"I conclude that all is well," says Edipus.

And that remark is sacred.

It echoes in the wild and limited universe of man.

It teaches that all is not, has not been, exhausted.

All Sisyphus' silent joy is contained therein.

His fate belongs to him.

The rock is still rolling.

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ARE YOU?

1. Perfect? Not at all.

2. Tall? Is 5'11" tall?

3. In your pajamas? No

4. Left handed? I'm a righty

LAST:

1. Friend you saw: Jorden

3. Person to text you: Alyssa.

4. Was today better than yesterday? Yeah, I guess.

FAVORITES:

1. Number: 7

2. Color(s): Purple

3. Fruit: Dragon Fruit.

4. Place: Bedroom.

EIGHT EMOTIONS:

1. Are you missing someone right now? Yeah. *sigh*

2. Are you happy? No.

3. Are you sad? A little

4. Are you bored? Kinda.

6. Are you nervous? No.

8. Are you tired? Yes.

ABOUT YOU:

1. Real name? I don't really want to share.

2. Nick names? None.

3. Eye color? Blue-Grey.

4. Zodiac sign? Aquarius.

5. Male or female? Male.

6. Slut? Not at all.

7. Smart? Meh.

8. Hair color? Blond.

9. Long or short? Long.

10. Sweats or Jeans? Jeans.

11. Phone or Camera? Phone.

12. Drink or Smoke? Neither.

13. Righty or lefty? Righty.

FIRSTS:

1. First best friend? Don't remember.

2. First crush? I don't know

3. First pet? None

4. First big vacation? Florida. (Way too hot)

CURRENTLY:

1. Eating? Nope.

2. Drinking? Nope.

3. I'm about to: Go to my room.

4. Listening to? Nothing really.

5. Plans for today? Sleep

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?

1. Shorter or taller? Shorter

2. Romantic or spontaneous? Romantic.

3. Sensitive or loud? Sensitive.

4. Hook-up or relationship? Relationship.

HAVE YOU EVER:

1. Drank bubbles? Yeah.

2. Lost glasses/contacts? Never had them.

3. Ran away from home? No.

4. Broken someone's heart? Yeah I think so..

5. Been arrested? No.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

1. Miracles? No.

2. Yourself? Obviously not.

3. Heaven? No.

4. Santa Claus? No.

5. Love? Yes.

6. Do you like someone? Yes.

7. Do you believe in God? No.

8. Answered the truth on all questions? Yes.

This is really sweet...

When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.

When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.

When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around.

When a girl answers "I'm fine." after a few seconds, she is not fine at all.

When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.

When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be her's forever.

When a girl wants to see you everday, she wants to be pampered.

When a girl says "I love you." she means it.

When a girl says "I miss you." nobody could miss you more than that.

Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him.

The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,

Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.

The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.

The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her.".

If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life.

If you repost this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you.

Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you.

Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere.

So get ready for the biggest shock of your life.

If you don't repost this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of etern