Dear Squeaky;
- I am yours truly, yourself, I. Due to boredom I have chosen to write to myself of all my goals, dreams, and other random things. Think of the possibilities; arguing with someone as mad as myself, writing letters of adoration to myself, gossiping behind my own back... Ironic and whatnot, isn't it?
- Let's start by introducing myself. I am SqueakyLactoseReaper, Squeaky Reaper, Squeaky Lactose the High Reaper or Gorthox. I am 16, a junior in highschool, with birthday not for a while. I'm picky, OCPD, arrogant yet shy, loud mouthed and talkative, nerdy and depressive. I almost sound emo, don't I? Elch, gotta stray from that... but why? Grouping people into... well, groups, doesn't get anyone anywhere. Fight the power, be non-conformist, and stop being emo! It'll serve as the penultimate example of anarchy! But wait... isn't the emo group a satire OF a group? Or are they 'victims of the system'... or isn't that Hippies? Great, more grouping. *lesigh*
- I doubt anyone will read this, so I might as well do what I want here. Post my innermost secrets and whatnot... but wait, why should I let myself know my own secrets or come out of the closet to myself? I can't trust myself with that kind of info - think of how much damage that could do! I'm on to you, myself, and I know what you're after!
- Yours truly in many ways,
- - Squeaky
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