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DEFINE WHO YOU ARE
Here are your parameters:
This DOES NOT mean what you do for a living, or who
you are in your family. I don't want you to write about being a Father
or Mother or Daughter or Son. In fact, leave your family and your
job out of this entirely. I want you to tell us what makes YOU tick.
How do you see yourself? Are you talented? Frustrated? Happy? When
you think about this definition, think about YOURSELF. What makes you
who you are? What dreams do you think about? What does it take to let
you feel that you are worthy or good or respected? Who are you? Make
this your own. You can write or post pictures or put up your art or
poetry, whatever you like! We love seeing it!
You have until May 15th.
This is really going to be hard to answer. I mean from the moment you are born you are part of something bigger than you... a family you are the baby then you are the child sister or brother and you are always connected to something other than just yourself so you can get into tangles and cross states of being without even realizing it. But I'm going to try and answer this as best I can. I think it's an interesting question even if I may not be able to answer it.
Other people make me tick... I mean without my connections to other people there wouldn't be much to do with life. That's what life is all about right? Loving other people, helping them, connecting with them... We can make life so much more than cleaning, working, and eating and sleeping if we have other people to be around.
God I really don't think I'm doing justice with this question... 
Ok the fundamentals of what makes me tick. *a couple minute pause*
My heart ticks off time... I fallow my heart... sometimes I suppress it because I don't want to feel things I feel because it's too hard to deal with sometimes. What could I not live without... My love of animals. I have to have a fuzzy creature around. I've desided cats are my favorites. They aren't as needy as dogs so Cats are a plus in life.
I don't see myself in a very good light most of the time. Maybe this is why this question is hard? I try to please people too much. I don't understand what people mean all the time in fact most of the time I don't understand what people are talking about. It's dyslexia I think. My crossed wires in my brain. I blend into things around me. I do a really good job of this most of the time. I blend into the background. I even take on other peoples personalities. I really don't think I have a personality of my own.
I am not talented. I have done many things... art, piano, trumpet, gymnastics, ballet, theatre... but I excell at nothing. I am mediocre at all things... there's a phrase people use but I can't remember it. I'm sure someone will post it in my comment section though.
I'm frustrated with myself for stepping over to the dark side. I can't seem to get myself out of the rut. I don't really care to either.
I'm happy occationally. Not with anything in particular that i've done. Mostly with things I've said wrong or with things other people have said in my presence. Today I laughed for a long time about poptarts. It's going to be my brothers new nickname next time I see him. He'll never know why but it will amuse me. Sorry I was suppose to keep family out of this.
Who am I? I've been called different names since I was born by different people. None of them have I chosen for myself. Some have been bad and some have been good but none were chosen by me. If I had the choice I don't know what I would name myself. I don't even think I'd like myself if I was introduced. I'd probably think I was too quiet or too loud. I'd probably think I stared too much or didn't pay attention and listen quit so much. Maybe I read too many things into too many lines that weren't said...
What dreams do I think about? I don't only at night and they're usually written here. I don't think about the future because the future doesn't exist. I worry more about the past coming back to fuck with me in now more than anything. And those aren't dreams they are nightmares...
What does it take to make you feel you are worthy or respected? Since all my answers have to do with work here i guess I can't answer this. I would need a situation to understand.
Who are you? I'm a girl. single. i sleep. i dream. i cry. i feel things other people never know. im the girl who stopped writing because it hurt too much.
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I lived on the dark side for a while, it wore me out and I left. It sucked. I thought it was going to be fun but, eh...I dont miss it.
Nice to read this, enlightening.
You need to come over to the light.
xoxo, QE