I’m just a teenage dirt bag.
The name is Tamara. 21. I’m easily hurt. I’m frequently overwhelmed by unpleasant emotions. I’m prone to tears. I do not keep my emotions under control. I avoid being a bother to anyone. Quick tempered. I can’t do anything when I don’t feel good. I’m attracted to things that are associated with sadness. I’m very bitter and always anxious. I think this world is a dangerous place. I always feel unattractive. I’m still searching for my identity, I fear of having no identity. Very suspicious of others. More doubt than belief. I think about my past more than my future. I dislike change. I prefer to stick with things I know. I think I’m socially unskilled. I’m unable to speak up for myself. I’m usually really negative. Very quiet and shy around strangers. I’m easy to fool. I avoid crowds and unnecessary social interaction. I’m just a very weird, lazy and boring person.
Coward. Plumcrazy. Shrinking Violet. Basket case. Daydreamer. Athazagoraphobia. Canadian/Peruvian. Hypersensitive. Wallflower. Random. Misanthropy.
My face: http://niightwolf.tumblr.com/tagged/me
