27, ginger, a norvuner dahhn saarrrrf. I'm a Sheffield Wednesday fan. I work in the aviation industry. I surf a lot. I play guitars, pianos, percussion, and I sing to pretty much anything. I live for oriental food. I travel to embrace new cultures and stroke animals. I believe in love. I am a creation of God but that doesn't mean I'm not a sinner. Sorry (not sorry) for all the cat pictures.
Exactly how my stomach feels. I just want people to leave me the hell alone!
I’m not suicidal, at all, but it wouldn’t bother me if I died tomorrow. Truly. This is pretty hard to explain if you’re not inside my head, so stay with me - This is how detached I am from myself. It bothers me that my loved ones would be upset though, that bothers me a lot. Still, the Brucey Bonus is that if we’re ever taken hostage, and they start shooting, I’d happily take a bullet for your life over mine.
I have a lot of anxieties, mainly down to my exceptional level of over thinking. My brain enjoys playing games with me and likes to warp information like a liquified kaleidoscope. I clog up inside when I get behind the wheel of a car, as my brain tells me I’m going to send myself and everyone around me to their death – I know logically this isn’t going to happen, but my brain overrules logic on most occasions. If someone tells me I’m an idiot, I’m useless, or pulls me down in anyway, my brain confirms this as truth and then adds insults for good measure. My brain enjoys teasing me with selective OCD; volumes have to be left on an even number, yet I can have tangled charging cables on my bedroom floor for days.
Basically my brain is a bully.
Whenever my girlfriend asks me to get anything out of her bag… This is what happens in my head.