Yoroshiku

No one will read this or follow me..but might as well write as I go. See if anything comes up. I play Second Life, most things I put in here will be related to that.

Right now I realized how much of an asshole I used to be compared to now..I will analyze my blod from years ago...as time goes on to show an example of such.

This is taken from my original journal...its an challenge someone special once told me to do, to describe yourself as third person.
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Always alone, and quiet when among people. He stood, still as stone and eyes glancing at each person.. analyzing before moving to the next. Form tense, always perched against something.. a wall or table. Arms crossed over chest defiantly, and shoulders almost defeatedly slumped. He had dark eyes, one's that had shadows under them, giving of a dark.. 'stay away' stare. Asian features. It usually worked.. people did not approach his lithe form. Only standing of about 5'10.. and ebony hair always a little messy, either in eyes or off to the side; he was hardly threatening looking. Not even strong, but the way he presented himself said different. Scars covered him.. if looked upon closer. Hands, some areas of the arm, all having marks of past fights or trials, and he only brushed them off. They were normal. Most had come to terms that those scars were the ones that hurt the most.

If one was to speak out to him, he would try this best to say little. Either not comfortable, or unfriendly.. dislike the idea of being foolish. Fear maybe.. but it was not outwardly spoken or shown. Just a cold person, showing no care for anything around him, but yet still passionate in anger with harsh, blunt words.. or the quick movements of his form. No one could come to reasonable understanding, and learn to hate him quickly, dislike him right away for his crude words, or harsh glares. A biting tongue.. a bark. They had not realized he had no bite. An inner chamber inside which left him vulnerable.. where his heart was too big to fit in the small chest where it resided, have been waiting to be slashed.. but then drawn back out again. Disguised by other reasoning of his deeds. Misunderstood.. or perhaps clumsy. Incapable of showing kindness through words.. but by subtle actions, and later denying he cared.

Behind a somewhat intellect mind, lie naiveness.. stupidity. Unable to fully express the inner feelings, and ending up saying something completely wrong. An internal battle, only to fail and result another add on to shattering confidence, confided behind a outward and bluff ego. Presented with a stingy stare and a haughty head held high, that is all he will allow himself to account for to strangers, that look from afar.