Where do I begin?
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greybetaNot-so-anonymous person asks D2:
“You want a question? Okay, I'll ask one. You know who I am, or you will in a second. Please no names.
How have you changed over winter break?”
I haven’t changed at all.
I am still the same person I made myself out to be a long time ago. A biting, sarcastic pessimist who knows he is right and everyone else is wrong. A stubborn, selfish pig who was spoiled rotten by his parents. A clever, self-aggrandizing man whose genius no capacity can contain. The core of D2 remains unfazed even with the hectic happenings of his life over the past three months.
While I remain the same person inside, I have heavily modified my outward appearance. I have learned to listen and take in advice, which would be unheard of with the old D2. I don’t have to be right all the time (even though technically I am always right). I’ve learned that mixing in a little positive thinking with pessimism does more good than petty pessimism alone. It’s the D2 that everyone wants to see.
Just three months ago, you could look into my eyes and see they were tired. They were tired of looking at me lying to everyone, including myself. I was a heretic and couldn’t admit it. I still have a lot to learn about my faith, but I couldn’t help but act like I already knew everything. But only the good Lord knows everything.
The good Lord broke me and humbled me so I could come back better than ever. And now my full talents have been unleashed and I can work towards His purpose. My charismatic personality naturally draws both believers and non-believers to me. My eyes can cut through ten feet of steel, breaking through even the most powerful of emotional armors. I sharpen others as they sharpen me.
But for all that the good Lord has given me, I still lack one very important thing. I have many friends whom I rely on when I feel bored or down. The Rouge/Thief is up until five AM most mornings so I can call him anytime I have insomnia, and the Noise is always good for entertainment whenever I want to drop by his apartment. My scheming roommate or mysterious PC picks me up anytime I say I am feeling sad. But those strong bonds cannot make up for what I am missing in my life.
I yearn for a story that is older than the sea. There’s a simple truth that you bring to me. With your first hello, you gave a meaning to this empty world of mine. You came into my life and made the living just fine. You fill my heart. You fill my heart with very special things, with angel songs and with wild imaginings. You fill my heart with so much love that everywhere I go I am never lonely. With you, who could be lonely? I reach for your hand…it’s always there.
Where do I begin?
“You want a question? Okay, I'll ask one. You know who I am, or you will in a second. Please no names.
How have you changed over winter break?”
I haven’t changed at all.
I am still the same person I made myself out to be a long time ago. A biting, sarcastic pessimist who knows he is right and everyone else is wrong. A stubborn, selfish pig who was spoiled rotten by his parents. A clever, self-aggrandizing man whose genius no capacity can contain. The core of D2 remains unfazed even with the hectic happenings of his life over the past three months.
While I remain the same person inside, I have heavily modified my outward appearance. I have learned to listen and take in advice, which would be unheard of with the old D2. I don’t have to be right all the time (even though technically I am always right). I’ve learned that mixing in a little positive thinking with pessimism does more good than petty pessimism alone. It’s the D2 that everyone wants to see.
Just three months ago, you could look into my eyes and see they were tired. They were tired of looking at me lying to everyone, including myself. I was a heretic and couldn’t admit it. I still have a lot to learn about my faith, but I couldn’t help but act like I already knew everything. But only the good Lord knows everything.
The good Lord broke me and humbled me so I could come back better than ever. And now my full talents have been unleashed and I can work towards His purpose. My charismatic personality naturally draws both believers and non-believers to me. My eyes can cut through ten feet of steel, breaking through even the most powerful of emotional armors. I sharpen others as they sharpen me.
But for all that the good Lord has given me, I still lack one very important thing. I have many friends whom I rely on when I feel bored or down. The Rouge/Thief is up until five AM most mornings so I can call him anytime I have insomnia, and the Noise is always good for entertainment whenever I want to drop by his apartment. My scheming roommate or mysterious PC picks me up anytime I say I am feeling sad. But those strong bonds cannot make up for what I am missing in my life.
I yearn for a story that is older than the sea. There’s a simple truth that you bring to me. With your first hello, you gave a meaning to this empty world of mine. You came into my life and made the living just fine. You fill my heart. You fill my heart with very special things, with angel songs and with wild imaginings. You fill my heart with so much love that everywhere I go I am never lonely. With you, who could be lonely? I reach for your hand…it’s always there.
Where do I begin?
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