deasy priastyani

I really can't think straight. I love myself too much and I know things I really want. I have a big passion in photography, film and music. I listen to all kind of songs, especially the one with guitar, bass and drum. I sleep a lot, I eat what I want to eat. I used to love meeting a lot of new people, now I'm afraid of them. I'm afraid of height, insects and kids. Kids are the scariest living creature.

I love doing things on my own. Sometimes i feel awkward when I said "it's good to go/do things with you" when I know it myself that I like it better when I do it alone :/ I was a hardcore smoker and a drinker (I don't know if I should use the past tense but I'm in the process of quitting one by one).

I talked too much when I'm with my friends. I don't even know if that's the real me or not, all I know is even though I seem like a happy-go-lucky person and look like "a person who is fun to be with", I have a lot things in mind that are mostly thoughts about every single thing that is happening around me. In shorter way, I'm a terrorist in disguise.

I always think about how and what people see in me. I care about my own image, I care about how the me is in other people's head. i once had wished that I can go to every single person's head and create the "me" that I want them to think of me as. I really don't like it when people judge me before they even know or see me. and now I'm learning to not give it a fuck. I don't care.

I love dogs. I wish I can have 10 dogs. I really hate it when people is telling my story. I still think that even my mom has no idea who I am and what my story is. Those bitches who took over my life and telling such stories needs to have their boobs and ass stick together.

I like people who are really hard to approach. I like to talk to people who are really cool and quite, people who are living in their own life. I really don't like a talkactive guys. So gay and scary. Guys with a good skill of talking never impresses me.

I am very random, annoying and the most unpolite person ever. I always misunderstood by things that I have written to other people or to myself, because I always use such weird words and very bad choices of words. I can sing, I have the best imagination ever!! my mind is working on its own, actually my whole body is. Every single part of my body love themselves so much, even my brain can't tell them what to do, they always doing their own things. creepy.