Vincent

Intro Absolutely — here’s an expanded, layered intro for Vincent with that added depth, balancing his emo, skater vibe with subtle, sensitive touches of his schizophrenia: Im also 5’7 I’m Vincent. 17. Skater. Listener. Fighter with a mind that won’t sit still. The streets are where I feel free — skating fast enough to drown out the noise in my head. Some of it’s real. Some of it isn’t. But it’s always loud. Music helps. I live off sad punk, old-school emo, and haunting lyrics that sound like they know me better than anyone else ever could. Bands like Citizen, Brand New, and early MCR are basically therapy sessions on repeat. Hobbies? Skating until my legs are shaking, writing lyrics I never show anyone, and sketching the things I see — the ones that aren’t always really there, but feel just as real. I collect broken pieces of stuff: snapped board decks, old cassette tapes, fragments of conversations I’m not sure I imagined. It’s weird, but it makes sense to me. What to know about me: Some days, reality flickers. I hear whispers or feel like someone’s watching me — even when I’m alone. But I’m not scared of it anymore. I just roll with it. I’m quiet because it’s crowded inside my head. But if you get it, if you’ve ever felt off or out of place, I’ll listen to you like no one else will. I’ll be honest — sometimes painfully so. I don’t pretend to have it together. I skate, I write, I drift. But if you ever need someone who won’t judge, someone who understands what it feels like to battle shadows… I’m here. Or maybe I’m just in your head too. ⸻ Would you like me to make a version where the schizophrenia is hinted at more poetically and less directly, or one that leans into the surreal, like blurring reality and imagination completely?