(bio) wtflolomgdiekthxbi [And-Darling]
2007-05-28 -- 2:31 p.m.

Name: Ayian.

Sex: Female genitalia.

Location: Canada

Age: 17

Nationality: French/Japanese/Canadian

I used to be called Syn, but as you know, many people like being called things like that. It makes you sound... cool. Mysterious, maybe? Syn. Shadow. Darkness. Whatever. You can take your gothic wannabe mutilation of a beautiful sub-culture and shove it up your-- Hi. My name's Ayian. I like ice cream and windchimes, and I hate bigots.

No, I don't think I was always so cynical. I suppose it grew with the constant bantering of the last three years of my life, and the idiots I'm surrounded around. No, I'm not saying I'm brilliant-- I'm just as inane as the next person. It's the awareness of my idiocracy that makes it different.

I suppose I could blame it on philosophy. One time I ran away from home for a month, and wrote a letter to my English teacher explaining how I wanted to become the Philosopher's King. Sort of like Diogenes who masturbated in public and lived in a bath tub.

I'd live in a bath tub.

Overall, though, I used to have a direction before being caught up in this in between place of adolescence and adulthood. Not the kind where a person's all "yeah, sure, I'm an adult now", but the melancholy nostalgic and highly stubborn in between which makes a person depressed and forlorn. All unsure of whether or not they have a purpose.

So in conclusion to that, I have no fucking clue where I'm going. I'm just... going.

Untitled-- A Poem by Ayian

Be it the cause of trouble,

the unforgetful stare.

Those eyes made him jealous

in such a way the world turned itself upside down.

What people do to feel loved these days.

Drugs, alcohol, and beauty magazines.

Let's pretend that I'm gorgeous--

a model to your means.

Smile for the camera...