Me in General?I Live For Music.I'm a Concert Whore.I can be a really sweet person...-until you piss me off.I'm Easy to get along with-unless you're a total idiot. I am...A Hopeless Romantic.A nice, caring, compassionate soulA bit of a bitch at times. (be warned)self contradicting. ;)Overly Sarcastic.Extremely Insecure.A Fanatic of Tire Swings. hahaQuiet when I disagree with you.I'll add more later.In three years, a person can change dramatically. Their appearance may change, their attitude may differ and their views on life will be altered by the people they surround themselves with, but that doesn't make them a better nor worse person; it simply makes them different. There are several things that may cause such changes in a person; love, death, friends, family, experiences both good and bad all combine to give a person's life meaning. A meaning. What is the meaning of our lives? What is the meaning of life? A simple question with a thousand difficult answers. Our lives have different meanings Have you ever stopped to wonder what makes you different? Why you are something special? Why you stand out from the crowd? In one second a life can be turned upside down flipped every which way. A soul can be broken, and person can die within. In just a few words you can break a heart, ruin a friendship, and screw everything up. With only your eyes open for minutes you can see enough pain, enough torture, enough hurt to last a life time. If you care to take in your surroundings and observe your peers, you can see the truth; know that they really arent as perfect as they act. If one takes a simple moment to care, they can change a persons entire day, they can change their entire day. Perhaps you opened up to care for others, perhaps they opened up for helping you, for caring for you, perhapstheyd finally understand. Caring therefore leads to emotional attachment, an understanding between two without a use of complex words and lengthy sentences. Maybe then wed all understand what its like to be kind to one another, to hurt like the others do, to see what they go through and what theyve been through. Do you ever think you may know whats hidden behind the smiles; do you ever want to know? I never wanted to know. But they came to me for help, they come to me for guidance, they come to me to use as a trash can. Im just here for their worries and pains to be taken away and hidden within me. Some call me cold, others call me rude. Most call me quiet or freak. The few that befriend me know what I really am though. A walking source of pain that hides behind the smiles and lies and thoughts of only good times. A soul thats much older than the body it belongs. A person who knows what its like to not be cared for.