Here is the tragic faerytale that never seems to thrive this is the unfortunate mess that never stood a chance someone silence me and stitch me up, my wrists of wasted time put a bullet in my mind
WELCOME TO MY HORROR SHOW
I'm the greatest escape that you ever did make with your arms by your side left it up to fate.
I am a fun,loving,outgoing & spontanious girl that is up for anything. I model for fun and extra money. My life is an organized mess quite honestly I don’t care about anything anymore but at the same time I care about everything too much. Music runs threw my veins and creates a pulse. I write pretty words when im hurt or confused
Fuck me over & I will make your life hell I promise you that. I don't start drama infact I can't stand drama or having anything to do with it. I cant stand the town I live in it's full of dirty whores and drama queens,I am not either of the two thank's don’t accuse me of your bullshit you don’t know me. One day I won't have to come back here again
I WANT TO MEET SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY GIVES A DAMN
I love piercings,tattoos,styled(big)hair & dramatic make-up. I want to be the prettiest disaster you will ever see. I love creativity so i'm always changing up my look. I cut my own hair and make alot of my own clothes. Don't fucking label me you dumb cunts I am my own person
I hate insincerity more than anything. If you don't mean something, don't fucking say it. I hate humanity so rot with repulsion. I've been called every name, except boring. I've learned taking advantage of something will destroy you. I am scared, but something tells me I shouldn't be. labels are trivial like the people YOU call your friends. I could win an oscar for being blunt. I feel 24 hours isn't enough. I don't care what the fuck you're living for, just make sure you're doing it. If you're not, quit breathing my air
Life has the same ending for every single one of us. Every single life, every story it tells, ends the same. The difference between all of us, is how we decide to write that story, which kind of ink we decide to fill our pages with, which words we choose, which characters we include. The one choice we don't often recieve is how many pages each of us get to write our stories on, and some of us run out of pages before we've finished certain chapters, or before we've had a chance to go back, and re-write previous ones. Don't wait until your pen is running dry to write the best parts, life is over before you know it. If anyone cares to know more about me then message me
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If I was as pathetic as you I would have killed myself a long time ago...you should really get on with it...xoxo
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