Sometimes I think my friends only hang out with me because it makes them feel better about themselves.
I'm not very smart, I'm not pretty, I'm not 'smooth' or cool, I'm annoying, and I'm not very creative.
I'm awkward and shy. I never know what to say.
I'm boring.
Why would anyone want to be friends with me?
Maybe if they're seen in public with me, people will think they're prettier or better just by comparison?
I have zero style. My hair is awkward. I'm not skinny. I have acne. I don't like wearing a shit ton of makeup everyday. I wear glasses. Everything about me is weird and awkward.
My nose looks weird. My eyes are too close together. My chin looks weird. My eyebrows look awkward. My cheeks are stupid....
I'm too white. My nails are weird. My feet are too big.
It takes me forever to learn new dances. I'm a terrible singer, and anything I do ends up as a fail.
Nothing I do ends up right.
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EXAMPLE
I was making a Matryoshka!Teto cosplay today. I have all of the pieces together. But it just looks stupid on me. And I'm going to be stuck borrowing Amber's wig for tomorrow.
The two red wigs I bought a while ago JUST came in today, and I wouldn't have enough time to cut, sew, glue, and wire the entire thing by the morning. Feels bad man.
But that's not too bad because I curled, spiked, and cut Ambers wig. Therefore it at least fits my face...
Anyway
The costume just looks weird... Like I guess it's accurate... But I don't like it...
So I said fuck it, and started drawing up a new original design...
My art sucks.
I have no style.
Fuck.My.Life.
~Riska
My eyelids are heavy
My body is exhausted
The darkness is tempting
I will soon give in
I have had a long day
The darkness is pulling me in
My brain is fried
My strength is gone
The darkness is tempti...
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I love. I hate.
I laugh. I cry.
I run. I hide.
I feel, and I am.
~Riska
Well aren't I little miss productive tonight? xD
I don't really know why... But I like this in its simplicity.
As always, constrictive criticism is loved~
My name is of no real importance. Nor is my appearance, attitude, preferences, or intelligence.
I am myself. I am me.
A perfect imperfection.
Take it as is, or leave it for the next person.
~Riska
Trying to write a bio is hard work. I don't like explaining who I am to anyone.
If someone wants to know me, they should make an attempt at it. Not just read some stupid paragraph.
I'm in a very 'writey' mood tonight...
Haven't decided it's gender yet.
But it's sooo prettyyyy <333
Help me name it?
~Riska
ps-FUCK.YEAH.
