I'm jake
I'm confused and socially awkward. I'm nothing special, but aspiring to be something greater than average. I try to be nice to everyone, and not judge people, but sometimes I can't help it. I like to think it's human nature. I write, a lot. Though no one will ever read any of it. My self-esteem is below hell, but I try to come off as confident. You will never understand me. I never pay attention to what's going on around me, yet I'm observant. I will probably confuse you. I have no real friends. The world pisses me off. I'm more curious than you'd ever expect, but I'm insanely shy. I don't do handshakes. I love biting, it's so cliché. Share your failures with me and I'll love you. I like colours and things that don't make sense. I make bucket lists like there's no tomorrow. Drugs interest me. I hold my dreams in my hand, always. I'm vulnerable, and indecisive. I fear everyone will leave me, so I always leave first. I apologise if I ruin your life, run away from you as soon as we get really close, or bring you down, it's not intentenial, but I tend to f**k up with people mentally. I'm so sorry. I cant help it. I'm physhoctic. I'm rebellious. You'll probably hate me. I ramble and over exaggerate. Draw me a picture and I'll keep it forever. I've always dreamed of a pen-pal. Lyrics define my life, I write them everywhere. I want to try everything once, even if the consequences are far worse than I could imagine. Sometimes you need an experience. The experience can be a person or it can be a drug.. the experience opens up a door that was there the whole time but you never saw it.
