↑Dee-licious φφ.Ð.MM.VP

This is Teo, my baby sister. I love her much. Don't fucking steal this picture, k thanks [:
I am someone. I am someone who thinks there should be a better way to start the day than to wake up every morning. Because I'm lazy. Ditzy. Clumsy. Spoiled. And stubborn. So what, perfect people are boring anyways.
I like being different and standing out from the crowd. I don't follow the trends. I set them. And I don't believe in ethics. So relative. What is ethical for me is not ethical for you. I've had it with your theories. You'll never know until you actually live it. Don't tell me my hands are dirty. I like my hands. Who are you to decide what's good or bad?
I love the mud, the lights and the noise. Pain. Lust. It makes my life interesting. I like complexity. It would be so easy to hate you. That's why I love to love you.
Most of the time I'm cheerful. Maybe it's because I own too many pink stuff. Or because I own Kimi. Either way I have a lot of good things going. But I'm hard to satisfy. I give my best so I expect a lot. Maybe my standards are too high for this world. If you're mine than be mine 100%. I don't want your pity. I rather smile. You have to be god damn special to deserve my tears.
I have my deamons too. Sometimes I'm not strong enough. And I'm afraid. I fear failure and change the most. I don't trust people. They all seem to have a clear idea about everyone else's problems but none about their own.
I've always had a crush on Peter Pann. I'm just a little girl trapped in this body. And I do, I do believe in faries. If I were Wendy I never would have left Neverland.
I like this one guy a lot, but it's complicated. I'd like to like someone else, but that's complicated also. I'd like someone who'd give me the zsa zsa zsu. I'd like someone to fly me to the moon. Someone who can make me shine. Instead I only meet guys who want to get in my pants. But I still hope.
I won't let you tell me I can't do something just because you couldn't. I learned how to fight for my dreams. I know I'll find my happy ending. It's gonna change the world. And you'll remember.
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done, speak the words i want to hear to make my deamons run...
I only have superpowers cause she believes in them.
What do you do after you throw up all your feelings tinking that it would make you feel better but it makes you sick to your stomach to see them them all lying on the floor? How do you fight your disgustment and eat them back just so that you don't have to keep looking at them anymore? How do you ease your embarrassment after it's all over and you realise you're a bulimic? Do you hide your illness so that the rest won't mark you as contagious? Do you try to act sane while you die a bit each day? Do you look for teraphy but fall in love with the doctor? Do you stop taking the pills because you hate their rules?
I did. Please stop! Don't waste your last breath and I promise I won't either.