►►Ira Patrick Murphy◄◄
I was born June twenty first around twenty ones years ago
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According to my extra bits im aguy, weighing around 152lbs and standing 6'1" tall.
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What attitude? I'm usually quiet around people, and shy even at my best times. I trust only a select few but I try to be friendly to others as well. When I'm drunk, I'm snappy, bitter, and sarcastic, because I'm actually not happy with my 'rich' life. I put on a mask everyday to hide my true feelings, and the only one who can see through it is my best friend. I'm actually a kind person and I hate people being hurt, but I myself don't like to fight. Turn some pages in my book
I was born in Athens, Greece, to a family of high status, immense power, and unimaginable wealth. You'd think I'd be happy with a perfect life like that. No, not really. Because they had better things to do, my parents hardly ever gave time to me and my brother, Terrence. Did I mention I had a brother? Well, I did. Note, did. But that came later. A lot later. We had moved to the States because me and Terry, we were getting sick of our life in Greece. Our parents didn't mind. Or maybe they didn't care. I couldn't really tell. We thought our life was going to be great there, without anyone knowing who we were and actually working for once in our life. I wasn't...completely wrong. But I hadn't been dead on either. One night, I went to the club where my brother was working. It had been two years ago. I don't know what happened, and I can't remember, but my friend told me, that when I left with him and Terrence, we were hit by a drunk driver. Terry didn't make it, and I was in a coma for two years. After that, I woke up, and my parents finally paid attention to me for once. I didn't know who sent word to them about my condition. I didn't care. I couldn't remember them anyways, and the only one who helped me try to remember anything was my best friend. I couldn't remember him either, but something was familiar about him. After two months of being awake, I chose to start living again and go to college. But still...something...seems to be missing, like a part of the jigsaw of my memory that I forgot to put in....Maybe it has something to do with the piece of paper in my pocket that I found when I woke up. It had a faded number on it...and I wonder...if I should try it out....
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I Can Be Interesting. Give Me More:
❥Music
❥Reading
❥Animals
Enough Already!:
⊗Driving
⊗The headaches that occur when I try to remember something
⊗Pain
Keep it on the downlow:
N/A
Turn The Music Up:
♫I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance
♪Safe And Sound - Kyosuke Himuro ft. Gerard Way
> The Role I play...
The One
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