This guy seems so ENTP. The BS is amazing. Haha
I have spent a week thinking I am an ENTP and it is so embarrassing reading my past entries which are so full of BS too whenever I think I am a different type. This post itself might be BS too. Who am I?! Lol.
Anyways, he reminds me of how I was as a kid. I once locked my little sister in the laundry room, flipped a portrait upside down, and brought her out saying she was in a different dimension and that I was not her
Updated Yesterday at 03:13 PM by Ryosuke93
I've never even touched the blog feature here on the forum, but I feel the need for a venting outlet. If I talk about this sort of thing with the people I actually know, I'll likely be met with skepticism, or even criticism. But questions I've asked for years have been answered, and I think that I need to keep record of this somehow.
Abandonment has been a fear of mine for as long as I can remember. It was the most persistent theme in my childhood nightmares, I used to hold on to
If you don't think you cut me deep,
Then that's your problem darlin'
I'm holding back whats mine to keep
so you won't find me roaring
Cause' my love for you, it keeps me back
prevents me from releasing.
the monster in me from attack
inside; fire burning. desire; seething
I like Ho Chi Minh City, I spent most of my time in district 1, stayed at hideout hostel on Pham Ngu Lao Street, similar to Bangkoks Khaosan road but about ten years behind, lots of bars, a few seedy massage parlours. There are some really nice parks and lots of stuff to see, war remnants museum. Reunification pallace, usual tourist stuff. I can be really goofy and have a laugh with others more than any other time in my life.
By the way I'm dyslexic and therefore I remember using pictures, paradigns and feelings. I find certain activities that involve focus and concertration are draining causing me to become sleepy, bored or zone out. For example repetative linear though proccess and remebering directions, names and lists etc. Writing this blog is inadequate when a picture can explain a thousand words and I'm self councous that I'm not making it as exciting as it could be if I was not dyslexic, after all I get excited