Brother joe in the house

Lately, I'm trying to reevaluate everything, about myself. Basically nothing very deep on the inside (maybe a lil), but more on the surface. Which is also not on appearance (kay, a lil too) but yeah.

Things revolving around my conversations are such as cars, speed driving, huge burgers, robots, fries, latest gadgets, cars. I often wear casual jeans with a plain top, matched with my boring black flip flops or purple converse. Having weird kangkang and walrus-ish random candid pictures. Several guy friends opening up their deepest disturbed feelings to me. To, not for. I can't believe I even stayed up before to catch those late nights football matches.

And I'm telling myself, indeed I ain't your typical feminine woman. I try to act like one at times but deep down, having fist fights, making the most ridiculous sounds, laying on the ground like a dead fish and watever not is indeed something I enjoy doing. Especially when I often said I hunger for those adventures that make life seems worth taking a risk. And I just don't see how it's possible to hide that side of who you really are when you're with a total stranger or precisely a dude. Okay, maybe I should control some weird attitudes but you get me.

& I question, would there be really a guy out there that would accept me for who I am or would they just come and go, treating me as their other brother joe. It rhythms!

Hahahhahaa. Boy, what a funneh mind I have. Okay, weirding out, weird out. xoxo

The bruised that had been there since a few years back.
It's becoming worse.