You under estimate me, you see. There's a flaw in your thinking. Will power, your brain, i don't think you quite understand it all yet. Darling, you've got some work to do.
My name is Echo and those are my thoughts. Oh god, I feel so good right now, but there's that end goal. It just lingers there, fading a bit with every downfall that finds me. I seem to be a perfect target for those lately. I'm a confusing girl, no, complex seems to be the right word.
Lets start with some background. I wont go into detail with all that boring stuff. Maybe some imagery could do, and a few brief statements about myself. Firstly, I can't properly classify myself into a certain scene. I've got an iridescent purple in my hair, to highlight the black. Short, spiked, and devils lock. I wear clothes accented with color, always jeans. Skate shoes, hoodie, and lip piercings; spider bites and a labret. Tongue too. I wear glasses, I listen to indie music. A bit of a mix up but i think its awesome.
As you can tell, I usually feel highly about myself, though; i am a drug user, i have a mental illness, i only self medicate, and we are poor. I'm also a lesbian, and quite impulsive about almost everything.
Through all this, I mentioned my goal. I want to become a brain surgeon, even to do research on brain theories all day would suffice me. I have an IQ of 148, Thats not too short of genius Level there, not to brag.
The delemma is where i am now. Im 17 and trying to figure out life. Being fascinated with the brain and everything it can do, I play mental tricks, and, as mentioned before, i use a lot of drugs. Oh those chemicals, toxins, and inhibitors. To see everything differently, to have an alright world, how am i supposed to give that up? Maybe, i can keep usage under control for the rest of my life. Maybe I'll die. Maybe, just maybe, I'll want to give it up someday. Or, can the will power i have let me have suceess in my wonderful world.
My name is Echo and those are my thoughts. Oh god, I feel so good right now, but there's that end goal. It just lingers there, fading a bit with every downfall that finds me. I seem to be a perfect target for those lately. I'm a confusing girl, no, complex seems to be the right word.
Lets start with some background. I wont go into detail with all that boring stuff. Maybe some imagery could do, and a few brief statements about myself. Firstly, I can't properly classify myself into a certain scene. I've got an iridescent purple in my hair, to highlight the black. Short, spiked, and devils lock. I wear clothes accented with color, always jeans. Skate shoes, hoodie, and lip piercings; spider bites and a labret. Tongue too. I wear glasses, I listen to indie music. A bit of a mix up but i think its awesome.
As you can tell, I usually feel highly about myself, though; i am a drug user, i have a mental illness, i only self medicate, and we are poor. I'm also a lesbian, and quite impulsive about almost everything.
Through all this, I mentioned my goal. I want to become a brain surgeon, even to do research on brain theories all day would suffice me. I have an IQ of 148, Thats not too short of genius Level there, not to brag.
The delemma is where i am now. Im 17 and trying to figure out life. Being fascinated with the brain and everything it can do, I play mental tricks, and, as mentioned before, i use a lot of drugs. Oh those chemicals, toxins, and inhibitors. To see everything differently, to have an alright world, how am i supposed to give that up? Maybe, i can keep usage under control for the rest of my life. Maybe I'll die. Maybe, just maybe, I'll want to give it up someday. Or, can the will power i have let me have suceess in my wonderful world.
