Profile
Dave
- Patient
- Open-minded
- Artistic
- Aloof
- Irresponsible
- Uncaring
I believe you,
because I love you.
A Life
Dave was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His father is a wealthy businessman and his mother is the CEO of a company he doesn't remember the name of. While he initially lived with them, he was kicked out and sent to live on his own for reasons he doesn't talk about. While it's illegal, he doesn't mind living by himself, especially since he was sent away with an unreasonably large allowance.
At school, he's considered weird and aloof. He always "speaks in riddles" and never gives direct or truthful answers -- seekingly for his own amusement. It's as if he's just playing with the people who tried to talk to him. In reality, Dave is used to being alone in everything, and doesn't feel like anyone will ever understand him. He's weird in every sense of the word, and decided play a confusing character to protect himself from true criticism.
Reyna was the first person he let in. They're oddly similar, despite their different backgrounds. She was his first friend, and she facilitated his introduction to Kayden, Damien, Hunter, and Okapi. Dave thinks of the friend group as something that can ground him in reality, since he always finds himself drifting away from it.
He likes to encourage his friends to do whatever, deeply believing in freedom, no matter the consequences (which totally won't cause any conflict...) Most gatherings/hangouts happen at his house since he lives alone and the place is bit.
- Art
- Unconventional things
- Reading
- Arguments
- Sweet foods
- Feeling trapped
A Dream
Do kings dream of peasants when no one is watching?
"You are not normal," my mother tells me. She's right, yet I can't help but feel hurt. I feel like I died at 11 and am now in Limbo. I belong here, yet I do not belong here. I only belong within my own mind.
I am not sane,
how tragic.
A Memory
I remember bright white lights, the suffocating smell of iron, and the soft beeps of a monitor. My brother lies in a hospital bed, comotose.
God, I hope he doesn't wake up.
My brother dies a week after his third surgery. Millions of dollars for nothing.
I celebrate in the privacy of my own room. Something foreign takes its first breath in my chest.
Days are muffled and plugged with a soft cotton. Something is blooming in my chest. It's...
A Family
A Feeling
3rd Eye, Stray Kids
My 3rd eye is wrapped around the chaos in my head.
I close my eyes and I see with my 3rd eye.
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