So I haven't updated my bio since the stone age.
Hi. I'm awkward. I'm sixteen. I'm a noob, and I have at least two wives and probably over NEIN THOUSAND CHILDRENN. This is okay, I don't have to feed them.
I take photos, I write stories/poetry/song lyrics, and I like to tell people that they're fucking beautiful because they really are.
I also swear more than I should, but that's my business so yea.
Music is a life support that I lean on probably too dependently, but its the one thing I know won't go away. Unless iTunes turds up, then well I'm gonna have a fun long ass time restoring everything >.>
I dye my hair too much, I have an attitude, and I am an Altruist. I draw, I waterpaint, and I like to stare at cats.
Chinese food is yum, and coffee keeps me alive.
I have an addiction to this kind of pain and pleasure you can only receive from piercings.
I'm insightful; delightful, oh yes so very delightful.
90% of what goes on in my head isn't real, and will most likely never be real.
But are thoughts even a real entity?
Let me address this mess
I cannot confess
Let me feed this fear I can't adhere
Don't tell me to shut up
I know that I'm fucked up
You'll thank me later for being the honest in a planet
Of liars, goddammit
when does this end
does it ever fucking end
I'm bleeding, oh god not again
Don't tell me this is happening again.