neakylikeaninja

So, here's what you do. Answer "Who Am I" fifteen times in a row, and paste it here or in your journal so other people can join the addictive fun


I am:

I am a girl, who still likes cookies and milk, coloring books, stickers, finger paints, and sidewalk chaulk.

I am a woman, who needs to get laid at least twice a week

I am a poet, writing cryptic messages as my only release of the grief I hide within me, for the whole world to see, and am somehow disappointed when no one understands.

I am a storyteller, spending hours pouring my soul out for strangers to read.

I am a caregiver to a menagerie of pets, all of whom I consider my children.

I am a girlfriend, to a man I owe my heart, life, and sanity to.

I am a daughter, to a woman who has given me more inspiration in life than I ever could have imagined, and I can only hope to one day live up to.

I am a smartass, and you'd better fucking like it.

I am a worker, and boy does it make the feet hurt...

I am a friend, to so many and yet so few.

I am an introvert, crowds make me nervous, people scare me, I wonder if everyone can see the depression in my eyes but fear asking, I feel hideously alone when it looks like I'm surrounded.

I am an extrovert, I happily send naked pictures to the powers that be and hope to one day "go pink", I talk to everyone, I flirt with people I don't know, I am confident, cool, and collected, and I want to be your friend.

I am funny, at least I think I am.

I am twenty-two years old, and feel so much older under the weight of my life experiences.

I am naked, but shhhhhh..., don't tell anyone