my name is Ben, but thats not what it says on my birth certificate. im asian if youre blind and i could care less if you liked me or not. i hate teenagers who try too hard to be cool. i hate racists and people who flaunt their money in your face. i hate girls who dress up like hoes and guys who drive excessively huge cars. im not a bundle of joy, but i do play nice. im the artist who never finishes anything and i often wear paint on my jeans. i dont try to be different nor do i care if you think so or not.i hate people who shop merely for brand name.
i guess you can say i carry a lot of hate in me
i smoke, i spit, i drink and not to mention i cuss like a fucking sailor. im the interesting book on the shelf covered in dust. looks interesting on the outside, but once you open it up the words dont make any damn sense and you just get more confused as you go along..
