took a test.. my results..
Your Result:
ink
you are terrified that one day, everyone you knew or loved will forget you ever existed. you feel as though you are disappearing some days, and fewer people even notice you’re still here. you’re as large as the world and your hands are full of words. you can’t seem to stop talking. you think, maybe, when you pause to take a breath, they’ll look away. you want to write the script, but you’re still dancing along. and when you hold the pen in your hand, the words are all someone else’s. you are sick and tired of being the puppet. but there’s nothing else you can do. step out the role. i give you the option because you have not noticed it is there for you. it always has been. your words belong to no one else. your creations are beautiful because you made them. your ideas are original because they are performed by you. is anyone else really the same? is anyone as wonderful and colorful as you? of course not, dear. dance for yourself. have you heard how magnificently you speak?
I KNEW ME AND INK WERE THE SAME!!!!
