Go away.
I really hate telling people about myself. Simply because I never know what to say and whatever I do say makes me sound like a total DOUCHE BAG. If you're reading my profile, it's probably because you read one of my stories which means you already know that I'm completely deranged. I haven't updated in about a year because I've been trying to survive the mental rape that is school. Suddenly I've found that my actions greatly impact me and that scares me shitless. It doesn't help that college is glaring at me from the not too distant future. I enjoy reading fanfiction, but writing it isn't on my priority list so don't fucking bug me because I'll update when I feel like it.
This is just random shit that I had on my profile before:
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If you try to fail and succeed, which have you done? Answer fool! Or I will bite you with my nostril (points to ear)
I am TOTALLY okay with talking to strangers! So email me. I like to get messages.
Weird is good. Strange is bad. Odd is what you call someone who you can't decide what to call them.Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, which means weird is good!
Ever noticed that "life" is one letter away from "lie"?
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." Neil Gaiman
"People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk." Stephen King
A lady came up to me on the street and pointed to my suede jacket. "You know a cow was murdered for that jacket?" she sneered. I replied in a psychotic tone, "I didn't know there were any witnesses. Now I'll have to kill you too."
My Karma ran over your Dogma.
Dyslexic devil worshippers sell their souls to Santa!
Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam.
(= I have a catapult. Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head.)
Never hit a man with glasses. Hit him with a baseball bat.
"If I dont make it, stay away from my wife." Cosmo "If I do, take mine." Anti Cosmo
Fun to do: Call Burger King and ask them how much is a whopper. Then say, "Whoa. Im gonna have to sell my box for that. Can I live in your playground?"
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