Weird that I still don't know the answer to the question after living 1/4 of my life.
I guess I can start by saying it is very unlike me to share anything about myself with anyone.
Telling secrets usually gets you into trouble, and I hate conflict. So much so that I kept an
irrelevant, innocent secret such as a sixth grade girlfriend locked up from everyone until I was
22.
I'm terrible with words. I often find myself hunting my mind for the right rebuttal to an argument or even
word to finish my sentence. This is also the #1 issue my past few relationships have all had with me.
This answers and yet doesn't answer my question....
Who am I?
Well, if I do a search I find this:
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| I have a penis |
Never trust the internet.....or my skills trying to hide where I was brought up... I'm too lazy to fix that.
You would think after graduating from college, getting a decent job, living in a decent apartment, having
a beautiful girlfriend I would know who I was................ but I don't.
What I do know is that boredom makes you do the oddest things, like make a blog. I don't know how long this thing will go on. Shit, it could die in ten minutes. I doubt anyone would waste their time reading this anyways. If it does survive however, I hope to figure out this irritating search. Maybe even you could tell me.
