I hate pretty much everyone. There, I said it. Shut the fuck up and deal with it. Most life is wasted, most people are retarded. I've come to one simple conclusion: People are just a giant waste of my time, but for some reason I love them anyway. To me there is nothing more beautiful than seeing a mother holding her first born child or seeing a couple so stupidly in love they forget about the rest of the world. I think the human figure is one of the most powerful and breath-taking creations the world has ever seen. It changes with every person and never stops amazing me. Thoughts like that are what lead me to drawing. So now I'm a fine arts major and eventually I want to be a cartoonist. Go away. I hate you.
I have issues, my best friend tells me I'm a mess. I am. But I like me this way. I'm difficult, I'm crazy, I'm beautiful, I'm stubborn as hell and I'll never be perfect. People I trust will usually take advantage of me. I let them, I get hurt, I get over it. I'm one of the most demanding people you'll ever meet, but if I care about you, I give you everything I have. I'm angry. I'm chaos. I love it.
I love violence and death. I love being violent, but I'm a big sappy romantic. Yes, I watch chick flicks and yes I usually cry. I believe in true love, and I fucking hate fat people. Lose weight. You're fucking useless. Yeah, I'm random as hell.
Anything beyond this point is none of your business unless I decide otherwise.
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