About Me
The key to individuality, is to get rid of that "I'm afraid of looking stupid" line of thought...
It's been a long time since I wrote an actual "about me".
I'm not easy to sum up in just a few sentences. This may be long. So brace yourself.
You can't describe me in a few words. If you ever meet me and get to know me, you'll soon realize that I can be quite the mystery at times and quite predictable at others. I call myself Muse, because it's what I want to be to people. An inspiration for creativity. Not because I hold myself up to some high esteem. Not even close. My real name is Megan. Call me either one or both. I don't care.
I guess the best way to go about this is telling important parts of my life, that made me who I am. I grew up poor. Living in a trailer. My dad worked many jobs, but my mom worked more. My sister, brother and I were very bad children. My mom slept most the day, because her jobs where night shifts. We use to sneak out our doggy door to play with the neighbor kids, while she slept. We ran around wild, free, happy and usually barefoot. We made club houses and rode our bikes. We played in the woods and 'rescued' baby birds. We had fun, despite my families lack of money, I was very happy...
But I use to dread going to school each morning. I was not very popular in Elementary school... Okay, so I was probably the biggest loser in the entire school. No one played with me at recess. I use to sit and watch the other kids play. I actually liked it better than playing. I liked to sit and think and watch and learn. Learn people. I made a friend in the third grade. We became best friends for a few months. But I also made enemies. How? I honestly don't know. Bullies seemed to really like bugging me. That's when I started to really crumble. My best friend eventually left me and joined a group of bullies, who harassed me almost daily. Sometimes they called me names and sometimes they beat me up. I distinctly remember playing a game (flag football) in gym class with the other classmates. Two teams. My former best friend and her friends were on the opposing team. I scored our winning touch down and as we were walking back inside the school, they came up to me and started slapping me and pulling my hair. Then, I moved out of town.
My mom and dad got new jobs as relaters. We were living well. Not poor anymore, in a two story house. I started a new school. And made friends, but I was a very quiet girl. I was afraid I'd make them hate me, like the kids at my old school hated me. I didn't like not being able to tell people my opinions on things, but I liked that everyone was on my side for once. So for four years, I remained silent. Until my dad had his stroke and my mother got lyme disease. I held in everything I'd felt for years and I felt it was time to let it all out. So I spoke, I laughed, yelled, cried. I didn't know what having a real best friend was like. So, I decided to trying making one. I made three best friends my 8th grade year in school. We were together all the time. I was again, happy...
Then we moved 3,000 miles away. And all my friend abandoned me slowly. Then decided to hate me for awhile. Then one came back to me and we fell in love (for the second time). Another decided to stop hating me and we called a truce. The last one, stills hates me to this day for things I never did. Because he's a panzy. And I love him, but I know the kind of person he is now and if by chance he's reading this right now, I will never let him back into my life. The End.
Okay, glad that's over... Now what? Do I tell you my interests? Yeah, I'll do that. I enjoy the simple things in life, but I'm constantly craving danger! And adventure. I have a lot of goals set for myself. I want to experience all that life has to offer. I like to read, walk, write poetry and music, play my piano, listen to music and find new artists!, laugh, run around like a crazy person, have deep conversations, dress up, stand out, be myself, video games, make up random words and use them in sentences like they're actually real, help people, hug animals, scream, rock out to Slipknot and Disturbed, draw, play board games, play PACMAN!!!!!, Eat new foods, explore places, collect everything in sight, make people I love happy, jumping around, being active, watching movies, horror films, Audrey Kitching, fashion, creating, snowboarding, imagining, learning, goats, Johnny Depp, Harry Potter, funny people, debates, leg and arm warmers, hot tea, ice tea, TEA TEA TEA, Boca burgers, how jello feels and jiggles, chop sticks and noodles, people, life, old cars, photography, mimes, creepy things, soap shaped like dinosaurs, disco balls, the color the leaves are in the fall, blackkkkk, daring people, sweet songs, hardcore songs, Death Note, Anime, Manga, JBs, cooking food, random conversation, bugs, spiders:], doodling, Indians, Asians, Spanish, Japanese, having money to spend, buying people gifts, being dark, thinking, making deformed snowmen, playing with toy soldiers, connecting with people, saving lives, purpose, eskimos' jackets, snapping pics of people doing awkward things, sea shells, posters, demi&selena, candy necklaces, rockstar energy drinks, energy drinks in general, taco time, pizza, happy people, smile empty soul, peace, the word sausage, fire, nature and most of all my love, Nickolas.
What do I hate? I hate liars, tropical flavored skittles, chunky tomato sauce, lazy people, garlic, onions, 50 cent, hating things, when lava lamps break, when someone twists my slinky, annoying tapping noises, being sad, seeing other people sad, liars!!!, Hitler, war, squash, ignorant people, white trash, losing, winning but feeling empty afterwords, bad surprises, hurting someone I love, LIARS!!!!!!!, being 'ill', taking pills, stupid quotes, back stabbers, humans, life, male rats lol xD, injustice, corruption, subliminal messages, the words cool and popular, high school, BIG FAT LIARS!!!, abortion, conforming, losing 'friends', stupid ex boyfriends, razors..., the emotions angry and sad, diseases, famine, money, power, law, lies, liarsssssssss, idiots, heartless bastards, HUMANS! HUMANS HUMANS, LIARS LIARS LIARS, drugs, ciggs, alcohol, being in the in crowd, sell outs, meat, fish(eating), broken homes, seeing homeless people :(, gangs, guns, racism, abuse, animal abuse, dead roses, a butterfly missing one wing. accidentally stepping on a bug, being away from my love, Pineapple Express, Jim Morrison, THEM, bruises and lastly FRIKKIN LIARS!!!!!!!
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Her letter says 'I'm sorry', but her wrists say 'It's your fault'...
RIP<3
