Stuffing
Suave - Adored - Broken
All I Am
Pet Name: Stuffing
Owner: Isyli
Theme / Type: Voodoo Lirionox
MisticPal Name: Manager
MisticPal Age: 5048 Days
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Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 4
Defense: 7
Speed: 3
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 4
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Is Who I Cannot Be
Adopted Jan. 19th, 2011
I am too scared to do it.
To take that leap, to end it.
If I do it, they will win.
But I want to do it. I ache for it.
But I know they will blame me; call me drama.
I want to suffer no longer.
Please, let me find solace.
Let me find solace knowing that they will shed
superficial tears.
Let them be free of me.
Let them go on with their lives,
without a second glance.
I tried running once. I forgave them after the third mile.
They do not know. They do not suspect.
But I do not want them to know.
I do not want them to hate me.
I do not want to care.
They are my life. My family.
I want to be free.
Please, let me go.
Please.
All they do is laugh.
Name: Gregory James Wilkowsky
Nickname: Greyson Jay Wilkes
Age: 25
Occupation: Actor
First Role: Extra on Live to Die: XVI
First Lead: Brad in Stacy x Brad
Known For: Danni Green in History of the Unknown
Hobbies: Laughing at the lies, crying at the truth
Favorite Book: Hamlet
Favorite Quote: The beggar and king are one in the same.
My name is Gregory James Wilkowsky. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just dull. Unimaginative. Born in the middle-of-nowhere, Somewhere. Yeah. I was surrounded by ordinary people, leading extraordinarily boring lives. Married by the age of sixteen, mothers and fathers at fourteen. That was the rule.
People know me by my stage name, Greyson Jay Wilkes. Better, but still not the best. I escaped that place to pursue better things. Apparently, I made it. But the blackness, that dullness still lives.
It only got worse, later.
Thank whoever it is that my parents are dead. And that I was a recluse in that hole. I don't even know if they know I'm missing.
I changed my name, but not legally. I just wanted to shed who I was and who I am. Where I came from. To be mysterious.. I got that, alright. Hundreds of tabloids, filled with everything but the truth. Everything but the darkness that pervades my soul. If I even have one of those.
You know what I mean, right? Of course you do. Everybody knows there is some part of you that wants to cease. You know, shed the mortal coil and all that crap... Hamlet, you know. Shakespearean mumbo-jumbo that only a few lines can be recognized. Not that anyone truly cares about the meaning. Of course not. It is just... prudent to know to be or not to be. That is pretty much it. Dark stuff, relayed as something happily bold. Do you know the meaning? No, no you don't. Not at all. Read the whole damn speech and the fat weed one. Yeah. I said it. FAT WEED.
... You will get it when -if- you read Hamlet. But you will not, because you are lazy. You would rather watch something entertaining, like fumbling love stories with happily-ever-afters and blow-em-ups and shoot-them-dead and aliens-with-burp-guns. With all the guts and gore and shallow people who cannot act.
Yeah, yeah. I am one of those entertainment shallows. Or so you picture me, because I am all about to-dos and no personal history. You think I was a jock or something. No. I was, and always will be, an observer. Someone who is brooding behind the lines, perusing the features of people to better understand them. What a load of bull you guys are. Laughing at the different, shining brightly only when looking at us entertainers, wanting the spotlight.
Take it. I do not want it anymore. I do not want to feel superficial love anymore. You shallow people, craving someone who is not who he says he is.
All I am is a ticket, and a memory. That is all I am to you.
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