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I've got hypocrisy down to an art. I'll only be happy when I've torn my life to shreds. I must have high standards, because everyone falls short of them. Give me tea, red rooster, or mountain dew, and I'll love you for life. I'll never marry, unless DxH drops down on one knee. The only things I put effort into are writing, and making everyone feel like shite. I'm quite arrogant. I only lust after unavailable boys and straight girls. I doubt I want to acknowledge your existence, let alone talk to you, so fuck off and die? Nice one.

Fri 22 May ∞ Permalink

This is the first day of my life. I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you. But now, I don’t care. I can go anywhere with you and I’d probably be happy.