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[ Don't Fucking Flirt with me Please!!!] [Don't get mad at me if I don't reply to all of you, I can't be online 24/7] If you are trying to talk to me, please try to use basic grammar at the very least. You'll be judged by that and your music taste . Ok, I'll start by saying my name I'm AKTAS... I'll start this as simple as i can Read my profile first before you do anything else. I'm a nice person but i have my limits If you're full of animosity towards me i'll be the same to you. i dont give a fuck if you dont like me Im not here to impress anyone ok? kthanks My patience and tolerance is not infinite im not the best person to give advise to be honest im trying to take every bit of good things in life each day their what makes me strong at surviving it. Rainy days are my relaxation One of my great passions is cutting and dying hair. i have a lot of phobias but my meteorphobia seems to be the one that affects me the most. I most likely won't trust you at first so you have to work to earn my respect Im sick of most of the lies im fed each day I will not tolerate anyone that disrespects my friends By the way ive erased most of the people on my friends list, sorry. Anything else? just ask.. ---------------------------------------- We are all trapped in prisons of the mind,it's hard sensibility but we'll see it through in time,but when words come between us noiseless in the air,believe me I know it's easy to despair..don't. Tonight I'm talking to my self...there's no one that I know as well,thoughts collide without a sound, frantic,frighting to be found. And I've found things in this life that are still are real A remainder refusing to be concealed. And I've found the answer lies in real emotion Not self-indulgence of a self-devotion. ****************************************** ESSENCE:It's ok to have butterflies in your stomach. Just get them to fly in formation. Taking ink in a massive dose and watching as blank pages turn black while my hand and head double team my heart. The inside of my head feels foggy like a London winter, but without all of the class and dignity. Nobody gets how my head feels when I lay sideways on the pillow. We are becoming who we are meant to be. We are becoming who we were. Time passes like bottles between thoughts. Letting myself just float.... to just feel ok. Being happy doesn't mean you are unauthentic. Breathing life is alright... in doses you know. ************************************** ISOLATED:Eyes locked on the curb and blades of grass that sneak between the cracks. Picking myself apart. The only life I feel is in my right hand, and that's weird, because its linked with yours. I've been letting my mind get the best of us all, friends included, and it can be such a weapon of destruction. WakingUpInGuilt Illuminate this bed and make this feel epic. Let's become a disaster and a masterpiece rolled into one. Carefully chiseled rough edges are all I am made of. Currently trying to figure out how to untangle myself of the expectations that I have casted. Fingers going at the rate of my thoughts. I've been shedding tears in nightmares the past few nights. Dreaming everyone close to me away. I think that I only apply this pressure to myself because that's how you are supposed to handle an open wound. Still trying to convince them all to swallow reality and belch the truth. That's my cure. This year everyone exchanged guilt for the holidays. It's always "give love, make blood" when they're around. Torn between telling you the truth or letting you get what you deserve.