prufflesDate Joined: 2010-03-11 Last Login: 2010-07-03 |
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| Sex: | Male |
| Age: | 20 |
| City: | Etobicoke |
| Province: | Ontario |
| I'm living: | with parents |
| Sexual Orientation: | straight |
| Family Status: | single |
| Smoking: | never |
| Drinking: | rarely |
| Height: | 186 cm (6' 1") |
| Weight: | 100 kg (220 lbs) |
| Hair Color: | dark brown |
| Eye Color: | brown |
| Education: | |
| Occupation: | |
| Ethnic Origin/Race: | caucasian (white) |
| Religion: | Not religious |
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| I'm looking for: | friends, dating |
| Partner's Age: | I would like to meet someone close to my age |
| Description: | By reading only this much of this profile, chances are you've done more than most people have - that being said if you're even the slightest bit interested in finding out what I have to say, you'll send a message. Sometimes the smallest of words can create the largest of anything. On the other hand, if you're simply here to judge people by pictures and such.. chances are I'll notice that you viewed my profile and look upon you with near disgust. If you wanted to know why, you would have asked - if not, you've just satisfied my statement. If you're too 'busy' *cough cough* to read everything I wrote in a non-censored statement of open honesty.. Then feel free to read the "I'm Really Good At" section which I'll fill with random notes and parts of things I write - usually late at night, so the lack of sleep can get to me at times. Oh well. I've kept a few friends from sites like this, even met a few in person. I know one came to visit for the weekend because she wanted to "Find out the mystery" of who I am.. She left knowing less than when she came, apparently; but that's just a little side story to make partial conversation. I have a feeling that this is the longest conversation many of us will have. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- So, where to start? The basics would be my name is Ted; it's not my full name, but it's what I use. I'm 20, finished college and applied to university. Currently my life isn't an amusing drama show - it's actually quite dull. I play video games, I write, listen to music, talk with the few friends I still have left, and just sort of be around. It's dull, but it's still the most amazing and exciting thing most people can ever do. Personally, I'm usually good for an argument or two - but that's not exactly how I'd like to see it. To have an argument, people have to believe in what they're fighting for.. right? Most of the time it's just a little spar. I tend to take the losing side because I'm not much for something easy. If anything turns into a real argument for me, chances are it's not worth having. People's minds are near impossible to change, and trying to usually strengthens their ideas. If something's truly worth believing in to argue about, then it's not worth arguing for - you believe it, so why do others have to share your thoughts? I mean no disrespect when I say this, but if I had the chance to save someone I cared about from death, or a pet - I'd choose the pet. Furthermore you might have noticed that I chose "Does not want children." I'd sooner have a dog than a child. If you're at all curious as to why, ask away. If you think less of me for it, chances are I feel the same way towards you. You could please me with the simplest of things.. and yet, it seems nothing pleases me. In all honesty though, it's hard to find people attractive anymore.. So many 'beautiful' people have proven themselves to be horribly ugly. I guess the inevitable momentary thought of tattoos and piercings should pop in here sometime.. I don't have any tattoos, I don't have any piercings. I'm sure many people have included something about 'brownie' points for having them, but honestly... if that's all you're interested, then we've nothing more to talk about. If you're 'into' guys like that, then my respect for you is limited or non existent. Saying someone's your type based on that, well, congratulations. Hope you're happy, or at least think you are - hide in lies as long as you like. I refuse to be part of them. On other notes that pop up every so often and nudge me to attach thoughts to this like a Frankenstein abomination, there are two things I'd like to mention right now. Chances are if you're involved with drugs, I don't want to be anywhere near you. If you want to ask why, feel free to - if you think less of me for what I believe, at least you'll feel better; I couldn't care less about you. Chances are if you have a picture that's in some way 'sexually appealing' or one of those 'sexy/hot' poses, I'll look you in the eyes and think, "pathetic.." - what I'll say, on the other hand, is much worse. That is all, for now. |
| Six things I can't live without: | Hardships Animosity Thoughts Revelations Emotion Determination Of course there's more, but where's the fun in that? I suppose if I had to add in a seventh, and make it number one, I'd say "Opposites" |
| I'm really good at: | Dawn. The horizon shimmers in the distance today, you cannot tell what it is; it's hard to say. Carelessly you slip out of bed, much earlier than usual; you scratch your head. No one is home for you live alone; you hear a ringing, it's your phone. You search and search to try to find this phone of yours you've left behind. It's in your pocket. "Hello, who is it?" You casually say. "How are you doing on this wonderful day?" The voice replies. "Okay." "I'd like to know if you see the light." "Perhaps I might - this isn't about religion, right?" "No no, no no! The horizon, you see!" The voice jabbered on with a deranged glee. "Sorry, but I really must go." You hang up the phone, and your heart sinks low. The faint glow of the television will show the destruction that will come and go; but you don't know. Used to violence and used to pain; it's no more common than the rain. "Another movie" You say to yourself as you reach for some cereal which you've kept on the shelf. "Why can't they just make something nice? Oh well, this will suffice." You never turned the TV on, you think you have to mow the lawn; don't worry, you're just a pawn. You look for the remote and wonder where it could have gone because you'd like to put something else on. It's in your pocket. You press the button but it's still there, but you're far to bold to even scare. "Batteries are out, I'll get some more." you end up saying as you stare at the door. It's wide open, it shouldn't be; there's something out there, a large black tree. The sky is red, your neighbours are dead - what are these thoughts running through your head. Your windows shake, the earth will quake; you walk outside and see a lake. This was never here before; you turn around and see your door. It's locked shut, but you noticed something on your arm; a little cut. As you look into the gash the saliva in your mouth will turn to ash. Hacking, choking, and coughing blood you notice there's no more grass; it's all mud. Insects crawling through the muck, you run away hoping for luck. Each house you approach will turn to dust, the rain has come; it's coloured like rust. You run for shelter you scream for help; no one's looking to assist a whelp. You try to find an umbrella of some kind. It's in your pocket. You feel the evil that walks the street; you hope the two of you won't meet. The sun is gone, it never shone. The heat you feel just can't be real. Running far you find a car; it's stuck in tar. You fall to your knees and beg, "God, please." You see a light and hear a voice; to this you begin to rejoice - poor choice. The light grows bright, so bright you fight to keep your eyes open will all your might. The light will fade, and you feel as if you're in the shade. Darkness sweeps across the sky, but really only over your eye. You think it's night, you're in for a fright - You've lived in the light so long you're afraid of the night. Darkness creeps from every side, get ready for a wild ride. The rusty rain, the swollen pain; all your efforts are in vain. Still you try, but soon you cry; you hear a sound that can't be found. A ringing that can only be your phone, you suddenly don't feel so alone. You answer quickly and beg for help; such a pitiful crying whelp. "Hello, hello, is anyone there?" but into darkness you dumbly stare. The ringing doesn't go away; it keeps getting louder as if it's here to stay. You try to find something to cover your ears, still trying to push back the tears; you're living your fears. It's in your pocket. The ringing comes to a sudden stop, but only after hearing a pop. You try to speak, but nothing's heard - you feel as if you've been murdered. Without sight and without sound you quickly start to turn around. Round and round you quickly spin, your patience has long since worn thin. The taste of rust from the rain is not all that causes pain. You cannot feel, it can't be real - No sight no sound no touch; isn't that just a bit too much? You taste the rust but you smell blood; you can't breathe now, like you're caught in a flood. Liquid fills your mouth and nose, the smell and taste eventually goes. There's something there that sees your plight and helps you with all it's might. You start to hear and see and feel; you think it was a dream, that nothing was real. You see your friend, this isn't the end. "What point is it to suffer in pain if all your feelings, someone did drain." The voice you hear is one you fear, but only because to your heart, it was near. You believed your life was a Swiss-army knife - so full of things that you might need, but you failed to see the instructions and read. You had your chance, now locked in this trance - this is your heaven this is your hell; you will be treated well. |
| You should message me if: | You actually want to talk to someone for more than one message, or are worth talking to for more than one message. Honestly - if you'll just disappear then don't even bother with the first one. I'm too tired to care about everyone like I used to. There's only so long you can lie to yourself that it's worthwhile. |
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