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He ionizes and atomizes
-Then turns to sunlight.I'm LiZz with two Z's, yeah.
I can’t explain who I am, or what I am, for what I do or say. Or maybe I just don’t want to.
Who cares. I’ll try.
I’m better talking to you in person, really. Nowadays people take things the wrong way, especially on here. I’m always sarcastic, not a smartass – well rarely. Depending if you piss me off, but rarely that to because I don’t take most people seriously, you shouldn’t take me seriously either. That’s unless I get into the subject of something. Messin around is always fun. If you’re not that type of person who takes things that way, it’s hard for me to get along to people like you. I don’t hate people – some I just, detest. I hate drama, enough said. I talk to all types of people, but I don’t talk to too many people. I don’t get attached or love as easy. I guess it’s hard for me to gain trust from most. I say what’s in my head, no matter if it’s stupid or blunt. But when it comes to things between people or home or any of that jazz – not really. Still, I have nothing to hide. Without the seven people I truly love and trust in my life, I’m bleak. They should know who they are, and if they don’t, you will. I can be a very sweet and loving person, blah blah. That’s only because those people tell me I am. It’s heard for me to show people I love them. It depends whom it is- I’m more open to one than the other. It’s through my actions that they know. I’m only vulnerable to them. I throw myself at them when I need to, and they’re there for me. They help me much and I couldn’t thank them enough. I choose not to go out a lot. I get homesick easily. Well, not homesick, more like I miss being in my room doing something. But when I do go out, I enjoy it, a lot. Most of they time I hate to say I’m not grateful for what I have. Maybe it’s that I’m spoiled- I don’t know, really. I usually get what I want, when I want, sometimes I don’t, but that’s when I think things over and realize it’s a good thing to not get what I want because it makes me want it more- and more. I like that feeling. It makes me give effort for it even in the end I don’t get it, still. I have my weird moments.
