SKYLAR GREY PATTON

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skylar grey patton !
oh it's what you do to me, oh it's what you do to me



THE DAY WE MET WAS LIKE A HIT AND RUN
and i still taste it on my tongue

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nickname(s): sky,
age: twenty
sexuality: straight
band: she's suddenly beautiful
position: pianist
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I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm hungover

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well, to begin with, im a very happy person, i don't really like to see the glass as half empty, but rather half full. I would rather laugh a million times rather than cry, i hate to see people who are sad, or crying or depressed in any way, for some reason i just feel like a gravitational pull to cheer them up or make them happy again, i guess i get that from my dad, he was always a really happy person and made me that way as well. don't be around me and complain, cause ill get pissy with you, i hate when people complain, it's like they are trying to get attention from me and i don't like when people are selfish like that. I am really easy to please though, i don't really expect too much from someone, i guess it's just because i have been disappointed a lot in my life, but hey im not complaining. My life is definitely better than others, I wasn't beaten as a child or starved to death or anything like that, I am just as happy as can be. But to tell the honest truth im not always that way, i do have my days where i go emo and just shut the world out because i feel so emotional, i wouldn't really call it being bipolar but it's pretty close.

I hate liars, i don't really feel the need to lie about something, i mean if you did something wrong, fess up to it, don't be a little bitch about it. Most likely you'll be forgiven much faster than if you never tell someone about it and they find out all on their own. This is why i am very truthful, if someone asks me about something that i have said or done, ill tell them the truth no matter how bad it may be. But then again, there is a difference between telling the truth and telling someone what they want to hear, im not going to admit to a crush if thye just straight up ask me, i mean i am a girl after all.. i won't come clean about my feelings the VERY first time. and i won't tell the truth about everything someone asks me about.... i do have my boundaries thank you. speaking of boundaries, that reminds me. I'm not easy, im not one of the girls you pick up at the bar, im one of the ones that you have to take home to momma before you get any... not literally but im more of the type to get to know you before i sleep with you, I have my limits as to what I will do and what I won't. But that doesn't mean im not fun, actually it's quite the contrary, when riled up i can be lots of fun. but thats not something i talk about alot, which amazes me because im telling it to you....

anyway. I don't act that way in public, i might seem quite the opposite, kind of shy and in my own little corner, but when talked to I get very animated and happy. yes. that definitely sounds like me. me and my camera over in a corner until i bump into somebody i know and then i start talking away. *shakes head* boy do i get off track sometimes. I am rather random. and sometimes i even talk to myself, questioning myself really. but i guess that sounds kind of crazy. well it's not... not really. We could be talking about animals and then i go off and start a conversation about puppies or something over here, well I guess that could be considered a quirk about me, you just have to learn to love it, because im surely not going to change it for one person. I have a lot of those really though, quirks that is. It's always this thing or that, im kind of all over the place at times, but only when im excited, like if i have been waiting for a long time and i finally get to see that person, or get to have something, it's like someone turned the on button. and no im not saying i get turned on >_< don't be such a pervert. gah.

thats another thing, perverts annoy me. i mean sometimes it's funny and yes ill admit that, but talking about sex all the time as if it were a conversation about clothes? no. thats a little too much, of course i understand if it's two significant others alone for a night or so, but goodness, no one wants to hear about your sex life in public, i promise, it will either make their self esteem pretty low because they can't get any, gross them out, or just plain make them mad, for me, i would say it would have to be that it grosses me out, i just can't stand for people to take it to the extreme. there is such a thing called modesty and refraining to speak your thoughts. I... I don't really like talking about me for this long either.. it feels like im being selfish and hogging this whole time to talk about me.. i mean i know thats what an interview is for to find out about the person, but it just feels rude. i like to think of myself as selfless and one who wants to give to others rather than have it all to myself. it just feels better that way

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YOU DROVE ME CRAZY EVERY TIME WE TOUCHED
now i'm so broken that i can't get up

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other family: nahhh.
history:

ahh, well I was born to two great parents, they were always there for me and always had my back. And I enjoyed that for quite a while in my lifetime, but it got to be a little annoying, maybe not when I was a little kid and needed their help doing absolutely everything, but when I got older, say nine or ten, it was like.. constant.. do you need this sky? Do you need that? Oh watch yourself over here you’re about to get in a mess. It was never enough to be near me and watch me do things, they had to voice their every opinion about me getting hurt or going too far across the street. At that age, I guess it’s not that big of a deal, but it got quite annoying when you’re friends would turn around and look at you like you were six years old again, oh my god I hated it. It kind of continued like that until I got into my teenage years, I would have to say around… fourteen maybe fifteen years old, by this time it was more watching me than talking about it, making sure I wasn’t going to go out with my friends and get high and have sex. Well to make them happy I was good for a long time, not getting into any trouble and being the picture perfect child, they should have been happy with me, but the more I tried to be good, the more suspicious they grew, making me want to rebel more now then ever.

So finally… I did rebel. I didn’t care what they were going to think or what they were going to say, I just went out of the house and wouldn’t come back until really late, of course I wasn’t doing anything out of the normal, because I was raised differently, but it never seemed to fail to piss them off, I was always in trouble and was always grounded but of course I didn’t listen to them when they told me to stay put in my room and only speak when I am spoken to. Finally they kind of just gave up, not really knowing what to do with me and I was thankful, it was like I proved a point to them. The funny thing is, it was never my dad, he was always the silent partner just sitting there and shaking his head in the background, while my mom, of course in front of him was chewing me out and telling me not to do this and do this instead. He never really agreed with my mom and all of her methods and I think he knew deep down that I wasn’t doing all of these things that my mom thought I was doing, and rather that I was just trying to prove a point. That im not a kid anymore.

When I turned sixteen I sat both of my parents down, and I apologized, for everything I put them through in the last couple of years. I knew it was too much at the time but I just wanted to prove to them that if they keep nagging me about it than that would give me a want to go out and do that exact thing. I told my mom that I never really did anything and although she was a little skeptical about my truth telling I think she got the point after a while. Nothing much ever really happened that year. Oh well, except a boyfriend. Yeah, that definitely counts. I met this amazing guy, his name was Anthony munroe. He was amazing for me, he was nice, and funny, and well, he liked me for me, and honestly that was everything that I had ever wanted, and everything I had ever dreamed of, I think I fell to fast too. Before too long the ‘l’ word was thrown around and my parents were very suspicious. They thought that it was too serious and that I wasn’t really in love, and of course as a typical teenager I didn’t believe them, how can you tell a sixteen year old girl that her ‘first love’ is not real love in the first place, you just don’t do that. Not to a girl who has just found what she thinks to be love. It kind of crushed me,. enough to make me second guess myself around him.

But it’s not like I had time to think about it much because before too long he joined a band, and he went off on a tour. Leaving me all alone and broken hearted because he left me, we never really did finish our relationship; no one ever broke up with anyone. He just kind of left, leaving me to cope all by myself, I never really kept In contact with him until I just called him once or twice our of randomness and loneliness. He was always busy, but I called him more and more often and we became more of friends rather than what we used to be. But it wasn’t too long until I forgot about him and started focusing on my future, I couldn’t just long for him forever, I had a life too and if he was going to live his, well dammit I am going to live mine. I started dating a guy, and it wasn’t too long before I fell for him as well, I mean it wasn’t anything compared to what me and ant had, but I tried not to remind myself of that, because I didn’t want to remember him anymore, I was stupid and I thought I was in love back then, it’s different now. I had to tell myself this over and over until this guy finally swept me off of my feet and asked me to marry him. I in return told him yes. All the while ant still on my mind. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I may never fall in love again, how could I turn down his offer? So now we are engaged, and my ex has gotten me a job kind of working on the same tour, this should be a fun time… god help me

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I'M CHECKING INTO REHAB
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you

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