AUGUSTO LAKELY D6 {DONE}

You wanna know what I look like? Why should i tell you all? Are you just going to go tell my family? Or are you going to tease me about myself? Why? Oh. You just want to know... Well then why didn't you just say that! -deep breaths- Here goes then!

I have brown eyes, kind of like the bark on a tree, even with the flecks of darker and lighter shades, my mother use to say it looked like caramel, and that they were as warm and sweet as the gooey substance. I have always thought they were more rough and harsh like my home, and the place I live in. in a way they tell me about my life and the home I have and everything I do and don't have. I think that when my mother died a aprt of me did, and I know my eyes have always reveled my emotions, but when I lost her I stopped I becaome more gaurded, cruel and everything bad. I lost the essence of myself with my mother. Her death effected me really badly. I stopped being me. I've always thought that my nose was perfect. I love the way it sits round and button like on the tip of my face. it isn't big like some weirdo, and it isn't small like a pig. It sits well with the tanned skin that surrounds my face, blending inand not sticking out. I just hate the skin on my back, for some reason it is a different colour in odd splotches, it litters my whole back. I hate it.

Soemtimes I like to sit beside a puddle and just stare. I like to take in all my features and maybe when I know no one is around I will pull funny faces. It's entertainment at its sadest. My ears stick out to the sides nicely, but sometimes I feel a bit lopsided with the wayI can only hear partially out of my left ear. It never use to be so. I honestly don't know what happened though. I often turn my head to the right to compensate for the lack of hearing. My hair is brown and shortly cropped. There is nothing special at all about the dull mass that sits atop my head. I pride myself on the strength of my body, but most of all I love my knowledge I have of healing, my fingers are long and can tie the most smallest of knots or assemble the most complicted of injuries back into place, wheather it be torn skin or broken bones, my hands can handle anything. My legs are strong and capable, prefect for running and hauling large equipment. My body is healthy and strong, maybe a little melnourished from a lack of food, but otherwise I am healthy.

Isn't it enough? Don't you already know enough of me? No?You want to know more? Youwant to know who I am and what kind of person I am? Yes, well. I suspose, but I see no point.

They have always said it, everyone I know. They always say it as soon as I ask them the one thing about me that annoys them, they will, and could easily drag on for hours whythey hate it and why it pisses them off. I hate it it infuriates me the way they easily pick on me. Jealousy isn't that bad, everyone needs to feel that way every now and then, its part of being human. I tell them all this, but then they have to go on and on about a person shouldn't be jealous every freakin thing or anything theysee that makes them unhappy. It try to argue that I don't, but the triuth is I am. I am a very jealous person. I will get jealous of the simplest of things. I'm really jealous of Feburary and December. I want to be close, and have that special relationship, but I never seem to get it.Sometimes I wonder if I'm wanted here at all.

I'm one of those people that call out and continuously make themselves look bad. I'm not scared to say it I like people going "Oh no, trust me you are good at that." or "You are smart stop saying that!" I like that kind of attention. I like people stroking my already to big ego. It needs it. I'm a really depressed person. I'm so disappointed in myself. With my family I don't feel like I do enough. I feel horrible stuck below it all. I'm incapable of nothing. Out of everyone in my little family I bring in the least money and food. I do the least to help my brothers and sisters. They keep feeding me. They help me, while i struggle to bring in anything. It hurts. I feel so disapponited at my lack of contribution.I wish I could do more to help. I really want to, but I can't. I want to do more, I just wish I knew what I could do.

I'm going to say this straight up. I have an attitude. I sometimes have been referred to as a girl on "That time of the month" I really don't know what that means, but being in anywayrelated to a girl offended me. So I am going to assume that that was meant as an offensive comment. In a way I bite. I have a snarky reply always on hold, and I can be really rude if I want to. But when it comes to sick or injured people I essentially melt. I have a soft heart for those who are sick and need my help.If I can't help myself I will always try to at least help them. I try in every way I can to help them.I am a gentle person, but my patience is very limited. But even though my patience has a limit, I can be patient, calm and careful if the situation needs it. I think with a clear head in medical situations and for some reason whenever I'm faced with a sick or injured person I take a few deep breaths and suddenly I'm focused on what I have to do. When I'm like that I know I can do anything.