tassadar

One man, mis-matched converse, geek who can turn it off to be normal, zombie hunter....seeking someone of like mind, someone to listen to my issues, to calm my mind, I don't like being the one to always listen, I need to vent too. I've seen unimaginable horrors, they haunt me in my dreams, enough that I've stopped dreaming. I want to be loved, but I'm tired of compromising myself to gain that. I need light to the darkness of my mind. I need the clouds to shade me from the sun. Maybe I should be less picky of my mates, lower my standards, but that means more compromise from me. I've become more optimistic as of late and it's strange. I've always been pessimistic most of my life, that is what I know. Now I venture alone down a unfamiliar road, I wish someone would take my hand and show me down this path. I need help, me, my red shoe, and my black shoe, mismatched like my soul. jekyll and hyde, not two faced, but made of two sperate parts, dark and light, happy and sad, the blending of both to make something new, to make me, the grey in between. I wish for understanding, not judgement. I'm not emo, I'm not going to kill myself, got past that at 16, my voluntary death is behind me, blotted out by pills and doctors. Now I search for excitement, passion and meaning....