Pandering characters of the subconscious:

I'm Jorlyn. I get into mental debates with everyone on a daily basis, even with my friends. Of course I don't tell them that. Nor do I act upon it. I lie awake at nights, I treat 7 PM as my new 12 PM. What do I do with all the time I have to myself? I prepare all the lines I'm gonna need to defend myself. I'm very defensive. People are going to hurt me with words, and I know myself to get hurt very easily. That's what I do. I plan on deflecting them back with a burn I've already stored in mind. In bed, on my way home from school, alone in the shower-- I've already stored up enough insults that will guarantee my future to be a lonely one. Where everyone who ever tried to, or will try to hurt me, has left me. I'm toxic.

I don't really like being called by my first name. I tell people to call me Zach. I've recently just experienced something big-- sexually. Well, not really, but its big for me. I never felt comfortable telling people whenever something big happens in my life in one aspect I'm not so experienced with. I can't tell if I'm overexaggerating, because sometimes it ends up as not being as much of a big deal. There's this cloud following me that always tells me to just keep things to myself. Maybe I should start listening to it. Who'd wanna be ridiculed for being told "...really? You JUST had your first kiss? And you're already inlove?" ....but when I put it like that, it does sound embarassing.

I'm Kim. Its like, K.M., Kenneth Morrison Enrique III. But yeah, just call me Kim. I have this tendency to go out of my comfort zone when I don't have to, nor do I want to. But I don't like being talked about behind my back either. I'd say I'm a "go with the flow" kind of guy in that regards, but it came to my attention that its just coming off as I'm trying too hard. Well, I can't help it. I guess I know that if I don't try to catch up with these stupid trends, I have nothing else interesting to offer. How pathetic is that? Totes.

Not that you'd remember, but my name is Stephen. I don't like talking about my baggage. There's too much bad in the world that I don't really feel like adding more would help. But in a few words? Uhm... I will never be that friend anyone would miss. I'm trying to not complain in a way where I'm saying something like "I wonder if I died, who would miss me?" Because its not really like that. To me, its like... I'm still here, and no one is missing me. Not one. And if I figure out a way to make that sound like I'm not being a little bitch then I'll rehearse it. But really, I'm here, and no one is doing anything about it. Its been very lonely lately, I've succumbed to talking to myself and gathering my own thoughts, but I'm gonna end up being insane talking about the same blue hedgehog over and over again.